what makes a desert beautiful...is that it hides a well, somewhere
Mort's fingers are soft around hers, and despite the magnanimity of the thing Delphia had just said, the god hums softly and lets their hands swing back and forth. "Your path is to guide souls to slumber and sleep. To my realm where they might be at rest for all eternity." He says with a smile. "What you are asking is like changing the flow of a river, or altering a current in the ocean. It is not so easily done and the ramifications will be great."
Giving Delphia's fingers a gentle squeeze, Mort tugs her hand that she might fall still at his side. "Why this, daughter? Do you find the world so barren that you would call the dead to aid you in a battle that they have already left behind?"
Giving Delphia's fingers a gentle squeeze, Mort tugs her hand that she might fall still at his side. "Why this, daughter? Do you find the world so barren that you would call the dead to aid you in a battle that they have already left behind?"
