DELAH
Delah raises a brow, an amused smirk spreading across her face colouring it a shade of beautiful for one hostile moment. "Your people will be fed to the tulmhainar. You are not in a position to barter for their freedoms." The fae replies with all the self assurances of one who knows precisely how many stand at the ready to attend to her every word.Then, perhaps, she softens.
"Would you care to see it? The tulmhainar? " She asks, her smile feral but inviting.
In places deep
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind