Caer'tais joined this world long ago as a being of water and light. The Nephelai, aptly named from the Greek word Nephelê for cloud, were the rain goddesses of the nymph world. What they lacked in manipulation of water as their sisters of lakes and streams, they more than made up for in the rebirthing of said streams by torrential downpours running down the side of a strategic mountain or in assisting the filling of a great lake as a bowl, leaking from her pitcher's mouth through the clouds to renew and revive. Animals relied on her power. People did as well. And she was more than happy to share the gift of cleansing water with them.<br/><br/>Her days were spent tending to her area of this world as rain was warranted, moving from destination to destination on the natural currents of the winds from West to East. She did so enjoy the crack of thunder and bolts of lightning that Zeus himself added to her deluges. The dramatic effect gave her great pride. Caer'tais was a white haired beauty of some renown within the nymph community. While all were visages of the most lovely young women, fresh and new, Caer'tais was slightly different. Her rather pale skin seemed to take on the eerie white glow of a flash of lightning. And her stark white hair hung straight past her slender shoulders as if the stars had given of themselves to be spun into strands of her hair. Her eyes were the brilliant blue of a day without rain in a cloudless sky. An irony that was not lost on the poor, lonely girl.<br/><br/>It had been so long, too long, since she'd last seen one of her kind. This was most probably of her own doing as she'd stayed busy in her clouds after having her heart broken by a mortal man. She'd spun her tears into the clouds as well so that it rained to the point that the citizens below had finally begged for the sun again. Their voices strained to get through to her broken heart and she finally relented. Zeus, himself, had long frown tired of throwing his bolts to the ground of mortals.<br/><br/>This evening the Nephelai Nymph wondered among the forest floor once more. She was in that place between the two worlds. The world of the humans who believed in such magics, and the world of those who actually performed said magics. Serene blue eyes watched as a large droplet coalesced on a leaf, sliding off toward the sodden ground. The smell after rain, the smell of rain itself, was such a cleansing one that it brought her peace and contentment.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2" data-username="@Dalliance" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2/">@Dalliance</a>