DELPHIA
Delphia had remained hidden from much of the discord that had harmed the Greatwood in the past seasons, but that did not mean she was unaware of it. No, she had been very aware, hence her absence from it all. Death was the silent recipient of its aftermath, the solution one only Vi and Rae could concoct. But now with balance resort, she ought explore again, looking for souls, restless and earthbound in the wake of their tragic deaths.
So silly that tragedy would keep a soul from seeking her father, the creator of love and the most compassionate of souls.
LongNight did nothing to keep Delphia inside. She did not need light by which to see when she had little spirit friends to guide her path. Elemental spirits, playful and bright, bounded effortlessly through the snow, seen only through her steely gaze. She walked along quietly, banks of snow swept aside by tree limbs as she went, her friends and the forest itself making her way clear and easy. But suddenly her friends came to a halt, and so too did the daughter of Death. Looking up from her winter-worn boots, she gazed out across what was called the Hollowed Grounds. The sight alone sent a wave of uneasiness through her, her stomach churning with sickness. Death hung in the air, metallic and cold, too soon, too soon. The tip of her index finger drew circles on the pad of her thumb, feet unwilling to move one step closer to the border of the two places. She gently placed her other hand against the nearest tree, staring out in horror at the darkness.
These Grounds were not Hollowed. They were Tainted. And it made her sick.
So silly that tragedy would keep a soul from seeking her father, the creator of love and the most compassionate of souls.
LongNight did nothing to keep Delphia inside. She did not need light by which to see when she had little spirit friends to guide her path. Elemental spirits, playful and bright, bounded effortlessly through the snow, seen only through her steely gaze. She walked along quietly, banks of snow swept aside by tree limbs as she went, her friends and the forest itself making her way clear and easy. But suddenly her friends came to a halt, and so too did the daughter of Death. Looking up from her winter-worn boots, she gazed out across what was called the Hollowed Grounds. The sight alone sent a wave of uneasiness through her, her stomach churning with sickness. Death hung in the air, metallic and cold, too soon, too soon. The tip of her index finger drew circles on the pad of her thumb, feet unwilling to move one step closer to the border of the two places. She gently placed her other hand against the nearest tree, staring out in horror at the darkness.
These Grounds were not Hollowed. They were Tainted. And it made her sick.
Death has nothing to do with going away
the sun sets and the moon sets
but they're not gone
