haunted, yes, but cute
The spirits were troubled. The higher gods were at work. And as always, the daughter of death took their worries to heart.
It was why she approached the Sidhe Village. She rarely bothered the Fae in their own home, unless it was to trade or to do her father's work. But with trouble that went beyond the borders of the wood, Delphia was worried. This was a matter for Delah. And it was with that weight on her shoulders that she arrived, expression serious and stormy, unlike the usual warm, levity that was distinctive of her and her father.
"I need to speak with Delah. Privately. The spirits are restless and the gods have made a distinctive move." she said softly in the Fae tongue to one of het guards, watching as she ran off to announce her to their Chief, and find out where she would like to meet Mort's child.
It was why she approached the Sidhe Village. She rarely bothered the Fae in their own home, unless it was to trade or to do her father's work. But with trouble that went beyond the borders of the wood, Delphia was worried. This was a matter for Delah. And it was with that weight on her shoulders that she arrived, expression serious and stormy, unlike the usual warm, levity that was distinctive of her and her father.
"I need to speak with Delah. Privately. The spirits are restless and the gods have made a distinctive move." she said softly in the Fae tongue to one of het guards, watching as she ran off to announce her to their Chief, and find out where she would like to meet Mort's child.
