Delah
The stones we cut, the songs we made
”Ahha. That would mean he tried to steal it then.” Delah said with a laugh. She knew well the book of which Amalia spoke, and the only way it worked as an actual portal was to deter thievery. It was why the girl was here, presumably.
“Oh I could see that. The way the big man she was with, the one from the Spire, simply let her walk away after hearing what she admitted to doing. Five lives, Amalia. And the great Mathair died because of her. Because of the ascended.”
Shaking her head, Delah raises a brow. “That rule was against your people not to enter the Spire. Not mine. Your queen is being a petty bitch in banning our presence in the Grounds when unlike the lot of you, we have only brought you good things. I’ll not give her any reason to think herself more high and mighty by breaking her laws as immediately as you have.”
“Oh I could see that. The way the big man she was with, the one from the Spire, simply let her walk away after hearing what she admitted to doing. Five lives, Amalia. And the great Mathair died because of her. Because of the ascended.”
Shaking her head, Delah raises a brow. “That rule was against your people not to enter the Spire. Not mine. Your queen is being a petty bitch in banning our presence in the Grounds when unlike the lot of you, we have only brought you good things. I’ll not give her any reason to think herself more high and mighty by breaking her laws as immediately as you have.”
