these voices won't leave me alone
Delphia laughed a little, the haunted sound ringing clearly in the crisp cool air. "It is because I missed her that her words came to me. The memories of the ritual, the comfort of the familiar...and so I remembered how long it had been since I had done so." she said, the corners of her eyes crinkling with a hint of a smile. Her head tilted though, when Maea said she had lost touch with her own traditions. "Perhaps then, you ought to find time to perform one or two. It will soothe your soul." she said softly.
She hummed low as Maea told her tale, allowing the sun alone to dry her skin as her fingers roughly combed through her hair. "Love is never folly. It is a gift from Mort himself." she said. "And if he was trouble then...is it not better to cherish what was good and be grateful to have only gone far enough to have that?" she asked, curious herself.
Delphia glanced to the embers of the fire and the jars of oils she still had strewn about. "It would certainly do no harm." she said as she twisted her hair into a messy knot atop her head.
She hummed low as Maea told her tale, allowing the sun alone to dry her skin as her fingers roughly combed through her hair. "Love is never folly. It is a gift from Mort himself." she said. "And if he was trouble then...is it not better to cherish what was good and be grateful to have only gone far enough to have that?" she asked, curious herself.
Delphia glanced to the embers of the fire and the jars of oils she still had strewn about. "It would certainly do no harm." she said as she twisted her hair into a messy knot atop her head.
DELPHIA
