haunted, yes, but cute
”That depends.” Delphia said with a shrug. ”Mort’s domain is fairly straightforward, and does not change terribly much. The dead are the dead and what needs doing to maintain it is ever the same. That which Ludo oversees has merely grown to encompass all of Caido again…though they have asked that I continue to look after the Greatwood.” she explained. ”As for Frey and Safrin…who knows? The workings of Life and Nature are more fluid. Though I doubt their tasks would change much, the environment for them has changed drastically. It is possible that Vi and Rae have asked them to change their focus. But I cannot say for certain.” Life and Nature, as much as she adored them, were not things with which she concerned herself deeply. She admired them from afar, beautiful paintings wrought by masters that she gazed upon from the safety of the velvet rope set in place by her father.
The corners of her eyes crinkled with the ghost of a smile as he turned her rhetoric back on her. ”And you asked after my humanity not moments before, did you not?” she countered. It was easy to regurgitate the teachings of the gods, to spread the words of higher knowledge that her father had lovingly taught her over two decades. But to put it into practice? To walk the path of the gods without a single misstep? She was, as Loren said, still human in part after all.
Again he said her words made sense, and she laughed a bit. ”Does it? And if it does not, does it have to?” she asked, wondering where his mind would go on that. It was a question her father had posed to her on more than one occasion. Did she truly have to understand? Did she have to trust, even, the truth of any of it? The answer was no – she didn’t. Things would be as they were regardless of her understanding or trust. Her father and Vi and Rae would continue to shape the world as they had been trusted to do by Caido. Caido’s trust and knowledge superseded hers, and with each passing year, she grew ever more content and confident in knowing that all she could do was her best – whatever that was.
The corners of her eyes crinkled with the ghost of a smile as he turned her rhetoric back on her. ”And you asked after my humanity not moments before, did you not?” she countered. It was easy to regurgitate the teachings of the gods, to spread the words of higher knowledge that her father had lovingly taught her over two decades. But to put it into practice? To walk the path of the gods without a single misstep? She was, as Loren said, still human in part after all.
Again he said her words made sense, and she laughed a bit. ”Does it? And if it does not, does it have to?” she asked, wondering where his mind would go on that. It was a question her father had posed to her on more than one occasion. Did she truly have to understand? Did she have to trust, even, the truth of any of it? The answer was no – she didn’t. Things would be as they were regardless of her understanding or trust. Her father and Vi and Rae would continue to shape the world as they had been trusted to do by Caido. Caido’s trust and knowledge superseded hers, and with each passing year, she grew ever more content and confident in knowing that all she could do was her best – whatever that was.
