if you throw me to the wolves
"Where they grow." Delah answers. She cannot outright lie, but that does not entail that her answers must be at all helpful.
With a raised brow, Delah watches the girl approach, stares down at her proferred hand. "The fae do not shake hands." The war chief says with a condescending smile. With sudden speed, she reaches out swift as the wind. For a moment her hand is a blur, black fur creeping up her arms and jagged feline nails extending from her fingertips. However as her fingers stretch over Melita's skin, they appear entirely normal once again. Clasping just beneath the girl's elbow, Delah nods with a curt smile. "This is how the fae greet one another." She says, her fingers pulsing for a moment against Melita's arm before letting her own drop back to her side.
"I am Delah. Chieftess of the Fae."
The mention of Ludo made the warrior bark a laugh, her arms crossing over her chest once again. "I am sure it thought you would die in the process. Wicker Women are one of the most clever and deadly species of tree in the wood. Tell me, Melita, did you think your beauty would be enough to coax sap from one? Or that your gourd might somehow be of service?"
With a raised brow, Delah watches the girl approach, stares down at her proferred hand. "The fae do not shake hands." The war chief says with a condescending smile. With sudden speed, she reaches out swift as the wind. For a moment her hand is a blur, black fur creeping up her arms and jagged feline nails extending from her fingertips. However as her fingers stretch over Melita's skin, they appear entirely normal once again. Clasping just beneath the girl's elbow, Delah nods with a curt smile. "This is how the fae greet one another." She says, her fingers pulsing for a moment against Melita's arm before letting her own drop back to her side.
"I am Delah. Chieftess of the Fae."
The mention of Ludo made the warrior bark a laugh, her arms crossing over her chest once again. "I am sure it thought you would die in the process. Wicker Women are one of the most clever and deadly species of tree in the wood. Tell me, Melita, did you think your beauty would be enough to coax sap from one? Or that your gourd might somehow be of service?"
i'll come back leading the pack
