these voices won't leave me alone
Her laughter caused the seer's lips to curve then, a playful grin coaxed from her. "None with the sort of fame of the Mort I speak of I don't think. But perhaps there is a Captain Mortimer. Or a pick-pocket fellow named Morty." she joked, a light shrug on her shoulders. It was not out of the question for mortals to be named for the gods. People were rather fond of names with significance. But of course, the sort of shock with which Eloise had repeated her father's name made it seem very unlikely that she was mixing up a mortal man with the God of Death. And as she stepped closer, Delphia remained still under her gaze - perhaps a bit unnaturally so, the warmth in her sea-blue eyes far too familiar for having just met her. "A high title for someone who lives in a yurt in the woods, don't you think?" she said with a hint of a smirk, not above poking fun at herself.
But she fell silent as Eloise spoke at some length, describing how she might have once been. That despite how her past self might've stumbled over formalities and exceptions, she tilted her head back and laughed...it warmed the very small part of the demigoddess that had grown accustomed to the way her mere existence seemed to keep people at a distance. "Well, you would have been in good company were to be uncomfortable in my presence but...I must admit, that you aren't is as refreshing as the sea breeze." she said softly, smiling at her lovingly.
But she fell silent as Eloise spoke at some length, describing how she might have once been. That despite how her past self might've stumbled over formalities and exceptions, she tilted her head back and laughed...it warmed the very small part of the demigoddess that had grown accustomed to the way her mere existence seemed to keep people at a distance. "Well, you would have been in good company were to be uncomfortable in my presence but...I must admit, that you aren't is as refreshing as the sea breeze." she said softly, smiling at her lovingly.
DELPHIA
