Delah
The stones we cut, the songs we made
"If only you could do more than spit my words back at me." Delah replies tersely, shaking her head. "Must be your charm. A trait I"m sure you'll put to good use."
Tired of this nonsense, of being used as a source of information to soothe Amalia's worries, the jaguar moves towards the shadows of the trees ignore this last question. "You had your chance to prove yourself once Amalia, and you tossed it away. Perhaps before you come back looking for answers and aid you'll wait and see what needs we have of you, and try to even the score."
So saying, Delah all but vanishes. That is, the woods simply swallow her up, muffling her footsteps and making it impossible to know if she's flown, walked, or shifted in the shadows.
~FIN
Tired of this nonsense, of being used as a source of information to soothe Amalia's worries, the jaguar moves towards the shadows of the trees ignore this last question. "You had your chance to prove yourself once Amalia, and you tossed it away. Perhaps before you come back looking for answers and aid you'll wait and see what needs we have of you, and try to even the score."
So saying, Delah all but vanishes. That is, the woods simply swallow her up, muffling her footsteps and making it impossible to know if she's flown, walked, or shifted in the shadows.
~FIN
