[seasonal event] fell to the top

DELAH

Today Delah was alone, but that did not make her any less intimidating.

Shorter by feet than the two men currently having words with one of the merchants, still Delah carried her head high, jaw clenched, and mossy-eyes locked upon the white-haired and black-haired men.

"Your friends have been released. I thought I made it clear that your presence was no longer necessary within our woods." Delah said as she arrived, voice like flint over a fire. At her arrival the merchant hastily averted his eyes, plucking away the offered baskets and busying himself with saying hello to one of the merchants nearby.

In places deep
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind