what makes a desert beautiful...is that it hides a well, somewhere
Sunlight scatters through the trees and as it does so, the entirety of the Greatwood seems to sigh with all the luxuriant relaxation of one slipping into a hot bath after a long day. Youthful in appearance but with so old a soul, Mort's smile is as warm and charismatic as it is knowing. "Hello my dear one." Without hesitation the god reaches out that he might pull his daughter into a tight embrace full of joy and love. "I know we were just together, but already it feels so long since I have seen you." He murmurs, releasing her, and then taking her hand that they might stroll.
Despite the snow, the pair are able to walk unencumbered and without the bite of the cold lingering on their skin. "Tell me, what is it you need?"
Despite the snow, the pair are able to walk unencumbered and without the bite of the cold lingering on their skin. "Tell me, what is it you need?"
