we make up horrors
Delphia found herself spending lots of time in Pacifist Plaza. The hustle and bustle was new to her and she was trying to orient herself to it - in her own spooky way of course. She walked through her father's realm, invisible but felt as a cold chill running down the spines of those she passed. Tishy stayed curled in the pocket of her sweater, content to snooze in its warmth.
Passing through the door of a bakery, she perused the baker's stock. Most things she didn't recognize, but her eye caught on something with a red jam center. Passing a woman with a basket without thought, she peered at the delicacy with curiosity. Well, she may as well ask what it was. Before the woman's eyes she materialized, entering Vi's realm once more. "What is that?" she said, pointing to the pastry behind the glass, not at all aware of how unsettling her appearance may have been.
Passing through the door of a bakery, she perused the baker's stock. Most things she didn't recognize, but her eye caught on something with a red jam center. Passing a woman with a basket without thought, she peered at the delicacy with curiosity. Well, she may as well ask what it was. Before the woman's eyes she materialized, entering Vi's realm once more. "What is that?" she said, pointing to the pastry behind the glass, not at all aware of how unsettling her appearance may have been.
DELPHIA
to cope with the real ones
