Cyrliella was often scolded by other nymphs for wandering outside the set boundaries of safety. Most said she couldn't help it because she had been cursed as her grandmother had to marry an elf. Few nymphs liked her because she had elvish blood and they blamed her troubles on her elvish heritage. As such when she wandered a little too far and got caught in the trap the nymph left her saying it was better that way. Cyrl was terrified and being only partially nymph her powers were limited and even more so because her mother had been a healer rather than a nature speaker. Cryl is only able to cox the forest into helping her if she is able to touch it and sometimes even then it does not listen.
Cyrl tangles herself in the rope strewn on the floor of the cage as she searches for a way out. Trembling with fear she collapses and sobs as the humans come out of the woods and surround the cage interested in the crying half-nymph. One of the men grabs a stick and pokes her with it making her cry more. Taking pity on the young nymph the man nearest tosses his cloak over the shivering girl covering her legs and arms which have a green tint proving her relation to forest nymph. "Thgirla, nem ekat eht egac nwod, dna stel teg tuo fo siht tserof erofeb ew evah ot laed htiw a erom decneirepxe eno." The man gestures at the other men and points at the cage before searching the forest around them nervously. The men not so carefully cut the cage down and jostle the poor nymph until she's curled on the cage floor and silent. The group walks out of the woods and to their camp.
Leaving her alone they go along with their own business. She peaks out from beneath her short hair and slowly climbs to her knees pushing the itchy cape away. Her mother had sewn her leggings and a top from the bits of cloth the elves had left her, which felt far better than the cape. She reaches through the bars and her fingers graze the grass but she feels the tingling remain stubbornly in her fingertips. Tears fill her eyes and she jumps as boots appear to her side. She yanks her arm back and scrambles to the far side.
The man studies her. "Erehw did uoy teg hcus sehtolc. Hpmyn tnod reaw htolc." Seeing she doesn't understand he tugs at his shirt. "htolc"
She stares back just as confused as before and he shrugs and tugs at his shirt again. "htolc." She shakes her head and he sighs and strides away.
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