DELPHIA
Devas Bakery.
Apparently this was where the prolific baker lived, the Shield of Safrin, named by Vi but beloved by the goddess of the night sky. Delphia stood outside it for a moment, simply enjoying the lovely smell wafting from it. She didn’t often have baked goods but she loved them. Sweets in general she enjoyed immensely. That one of Safrin’s chosen was a baker? Well, if baking was a trait of those under Vi, then it was no wonder Mort loved him so much.
She stepped into the bakery without much ado, steely eyes immediately scanning the shelves filled with warm, fresh treats. Ooh, she hoped she could get her hands on one once business was attended to! ”Hello? Is Amalia, Shield of Safrin here?” she called across the counter, hoping the woman was in her shop…or at the very least someone who could sell her a pastry.
She could always come back to see Amalia again…and procure another treat while she was at it.
Apparently this was where the prolific baker lived, the Shield of Safrin, named by Vi but beloved by the goddess of the night sky. Delphia stood outside it for a moment, simply enjoying the lovely smell wafting from it. She didn’t often have baked goods but she loved them. Sweets in general she enjoyed immensely. That one of Safrin’s chosen was a baker? Well, if baking was a trait of those under Vi, then it was no wonder Mort loved him so much.
She stepped into the bakery without much ado, steely eyes immediately scanning the shelves filled with warm, fresh treats. Ooh, she hoped she could get her hands on one once business was attended to! ”Hello? Is Amalia, Shield of Safrin here?” she called across the counter, hoping the woman was in her shop…or at the very least someone who could sell her a pastry.
She could always come back to see Amalia again…and procure another treat while she was at it.
Death has nothing to do with going away
the sun sets and the moon sets
but they're not gone
