Delphia
Seeing death as the end of life
Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
A ghost of a smile crossed her lips before her face fell back to its usually passive expression. ”A wise observation. A little faith might do you some good.” she said, nodding a little. But her head tilted and she reached up to play with her hair – messing it up more than it already was though she didn’t seem to care. ”It might require some intervention from the gods. I’ve never actually seen a Cat Sith kitten so I would need some guidance as to where to start looking for a den. But any creature raised from infancy can become less feral. Perhaps even under the correct circumstances it could be made a companion, which would mitigate any issues of wildness.” she said, thinking out loud.Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
But as the questions moved to the Fae and the wood, she shook her head slowly. ”The Fae are a private people for a reason. If you wish to learn more about them, you must earn their trust and respect, and I will not divulge their secrets out of my respect for their proclivities. And as for the wood…it too grants its secrets on those who treat it kindly and with dignity.” she said gently. She had not revealed any more than was common knowledge about the Fae and Greatwood. More than that she was unlikely to reveal.
Amalia and Ronin…she nodded a little, committing the names to memory. ”Thank you, I will seek them out. Hopefully they know something of the Spire or the Voice or…anything really that might be helpful in my search.”
