DELPHIA
The trees blushed and Delphia shone, as bright as any of Safrin’s stars were it a visible light. It was an honor to be the child of Mort, one who loved so fully, who supported all one sought to do. She only hoped he felt his ardor returned, for she loved him more than anyone else in the world.
Her hand squeezed his slightly as he spoke of what he yearned for – which had more to do with her than it did himself she noted. And though one might consider a father talking about the mortality of his child a bit morbid, she knew what it really meant – he missed her, as she missed him. But to be a god meant sacrifice. This was but one of many such sacrifices she was sure he had made in his existence. ”I yearn for that day too.” she said lovingly, returning the sentiment without hesitation. ”Is that how it is for you? Your hopes and dreams and yearnings intertwined with the existence of others?” she asked. She knew if she asked that question of others, they would likely respond with some sort of achievement or some other thing having to do with them specifically. Did he wish for such things, or were they simply below a god like him?
Delphia laughed as well, shaking her head at the notion. ”I should not think questioning Rae would get me anywhere but horribly confused from what I have heard of them. And if I were to choose to meet another of your kin, it would be Vi anyways.” she said, smirking slightly. Vi, the one who held Mort’s heart in his hands. Vi, the reason her father had planned her birth to be in Flowerbirth, amongst Vi’s most beautiful work. To know Vi, she thought, would be to know her father ever so slightly better. And with the thought of him, and the love he shared with Mort, came bubbling up questions. ”Father…how do you tell the difference between the love you feel for everyone, and that which you feel for Vi?” she asked, looking up at him. Humans made it seem so easy to tell, but they were also quick to anger and hate and sadness and a full range of emotions that, while she had access to, were nearly always trumped by her adoration for everyone and everything.
Her hand squeezed his slightly as he spoke of what he yearned for – which had more to do with her than it did himself she noted. And though one might consider a father talking about the mortality of his child a bit morbid, she knew what it really meant – he missed her, as she missed him. But to be a god meant sacrifice. This was but one of many such sacrifices she was sure he had made in his existence. ”I yearn for that day too.” she said lovingly, returning the sentiment without hesitation. ”Is that how it is for you? Your hopes and dreams and yearnings intertwined with the existence of others?” she asked. She knew if she asked that question of others, they would likely respond with some sort of achievement or some other thing having to do with them specifically. Did he wish for such things, or were they simply below a god like him?
Delphia laughed as well, shaking her head at the notion. ”I should not think questioning Rae would get me anywhere but horribly confused from what I have heard of them. And if I were to choose to meet another of your kin, it would be Vi anyways.” she said, smirking slightly. Vi, the one who held Mort’s heart in his hands. Vi, the reason her father had planned her birth to be in Flowerbirth, amongst Vi’s most beautiful work. To know Vi, she thought, would be to know her father ever so slightly better. And with the thought of him, and the love he shared with Mort, came bubbling up questions. ”Father…how do you tell the difference between the love you feel for everyone, and that which you feel for Vi?” she asked, looking up at him. Humans made it seem so easy to tell, but they were also quick to anger and hate and sadness and a full range of emotions that, while she had access to, were nearly always trumped by her adoration for everyone and everything.
Here in the forest dark and deep
I offer you
Eternal Sleep
