DELPHiA
So there was a noticed that all who lived in the Greatwood were not to enter the Hollowed Grounds. Fine enough. But she blatantly did not care. The realm of her father knew no boundaries, and where the spirits called to her, she would go. As it was, being not of Fae descent, she felt it highly unlikely any would suspect her of being out of place. And so, she let herself be pulled beyond her familiar, comfortable borders and into the ruins of the Hollowed Grounds.
Quietly she walked through the ruins, picking her way through the rubble, a dark, heavy cloak protecting her from any surprise rainstorms for which the season was known. In one hand she carried a censer, swinging it lightly from her hand to encourage plumes of white sage, sweet grass, and cedar smoke to billow from it. The whole of the Hollowed Grounds unsettled her. So long had it been left to steep in the energy of the dead that it all felt twisted and unnatural. "Begone darkness and suffering, for Mort bestows his light and love upon this land. Begone anger and hatred, for Mort smiles upon this place. Begone the chains that make you linger here, for Mort has made a new place for you. May only that which Vi creates and Rae curates reside here, all else begone - Mort calls you to his domain." she muttered, under her breath, desperate to cleanse the area of all she could feel and see, yet was not yet powerful enough to manipulate more directly.
Quietly she walked through the ruins, picking her way through the rubble, a dark, heavy cloak protecting her from any surprise rainstorms for which the season was known. In one hand she carried a censer, swinging it lightly from her hand to encourage plumes of white sage, sweet grass, and cedar smoke to billow from it. The whole of the Hollowed Grounds unsettled her. So long had it been left to steep in the energy of the dead that it all felt twisted and unnatural. "Begone darkness and suffering, for Mort bestows his light and love upon this land. Begone anger and hatred, for Mort smiles upon this place. Begone the chains that make you linger here, for Mort has made a new place for you. May only that which Vi creates and Rae curates reside here, all else begone - Mort calls you to his domain." she muttered, under her breath, desperate to cleanse the area of all she could feel and see, yet was not yet powerful enough to manipulate more directly.
Spoiler Alert: Everybody Dies
