some ghosts keep you company
Not much had changed in the seasons that had passed while she slept, soul kept and cared for in the home of her father until her crisis had been resolved. Such was to be expected - she was after all a soul that had once died walking in Vi's realm. She did not belong. And like all such souls belonging to Mort, too much time amongst the living could cause undue stress and angst. Nothing her father's love and adoration could not fix thankfully.
But alas, she was once more faced with the realities of the living. War was on their doorstep, as unavoidable as death to all mortals. Remi had already begun preparations to ensure the precious forest remained safe...but more offensive alternatives needed to be taken. The Greatwood had no army, nor the population to man it. And with their proximity to the Hollowed Grounds...she could not help but worry the wood might be razed to ash. She could not allow it.
"Father...I have returned from your realm but I require your aid. I am not yet strong enough to protect this place and need your guidance." she called out to the god of death himself, lighting a few lanterns the breeze had blown out as she did so.
But alas, she was once more faced with the realities of the living. War was on their doorstep, as unavoidable as death to all mortals. Remi had already begun preparations to ensure the precious forest remained safe...but more offensive alternatives needed to be taken. The Greatwood had no army, nor the population to man it. And with their proximity to the Hollowed Grounds...she could not help but worry the wood might be razed to ash. She could not allow it.
"Father...I have returned from your realm but I require your aid. I am not yet strong enough to protect this place and need your guidance." she called out to the god of death himself, lighting a few lanterns the breeze had blown out as she did so.
DELPHIA
until you can trust the living once more
