these voices won't leave me alone
Despite being a native of the Greatwood, Delphia had actually grown up along the ocean. The waters there were cold and tumultuous, making their way south from Halo. Still she missed it, the salty air, the cool breeze and the sound of waves crashing upon rocks as she drifted off to sleep. And so, when she heard that a portal to Torchline had opened...she could not help but wish to see the waters there.
And she was not disappointed.
As the sun set, beautiful arcs of light scattered across the waves. The salty breeze tousled her already messy locks, shoes held in her hands so her toes might sink into the warm sand. The very edges of the waves ran over her ankles as she stood still, silvery, haunted gaze taking in the beauty of the place. Vi too had once looked out upon this same ocean, and surely had been inspired to create so many glorious things. And surely Rae gazed upon the same waters and saw the most beautiful mixing bowl of elements, prime for experimentation. And Mort...she was certain he gazed upon it all and relished the tide, the push and pull, perfect balance and harmony; the arcs of light bright golden and splendourous like his love for Vi.
But it seemed she was not alone on the beach, eager to take in the beauty of it all. Steely eyes turned, prompted by the ever constant whispers, locking on to another woman strolling down the beach.
And she was not disappointed.
As the sun set, beautiful arcs of light scattered across the waves. The salty breeze tousled her already messy locks, shoes held in her hands so her toes might sink into the warm sand. The very edges of the waves ran over her ankles as she stood still, silvery, haunted gaze taking in the beauty of the place. Vi too had once looked out upon this same ocean, and surely had been inspired to create so many glorious things. And surely Rae gazed upon the same waters and saw the most beautiful mixing bowl of elements, prime for experimentation. And Mort...she was certain he gazed upon it all and relished the tide, the push and pull, perfect balance and harmony; the arcs of light bright golden and splendourous like his love for Vi.
But it seemed she was not alone on the beach, eager to take in the beauty of it all. Steely eyes turned, prompted by the ever constant whispers, locking on to another woman strolling down the beach.
DELPHIA
