if you throw me to the wolves
It was clear that Delah seemed to approve of Melita's appreciative tone, even though her own expression remained clad in storm clouds and stones as she regarded the taller girl. Indeed that was probably why she allowed the clumsy return of the gesture.
"No, go on. Finish that thought." Delah baited, with a wicked smile. "Or shall I? You just thought that because a god gave you a quest, and how important you must be to have been given one, that you'd just...wander about? No matter you are in entirely the wrong part of the woods, no matter that you've absolutely no way of acquiring the sap, but it would all work out somehow, yes?" Delah crossed her arms with a predatory scowl.
"You outlanders are all the same. You are not special because you have been thrust into our lands, not even because our creatures tolerate you." She added, moss-eyes dipping towards the gourd and then back up again.
"No, go on. Finish that thought." Delah baited, with a wicked smile. "Or shall I? You just thought that because a god gave you a quest, and how important you must be to have been given one, that you'd just...wander about? No matter you are in entirely the wrong part of the woods, no matter that you've absolutely no way of acquiring the sap, but it would all work out somehow, yes?" Delah crossed her arms with a predatory scowl.
"You outlanders are all the same. You are not special because you have been thrust into our lands, not even because our creatures tolerate you." She added, moss-eyes dipping towards the gourd and then back up again.
i'll come back leading the pack
