she herself is a haunted house
Delphia had to admit, strolling through the wood with another soul at her side was indeed quite nice. Of course, her father had said it would, but knowing it because was told and knowing it because she had experienced it were two different things. Morticia - Tishy as she called her affectionately - was a very curious Cat Sith kitten, scampering about, pouncing on moving leaves, shadows ebbing and flowing with her excitement. But as they neared the edge of the treeline, the kitten stopped, gazing at the shore curiously.
There stood a Fae, gazing into a Wonder Puddle. The demigoddess paused to watch as well, catching the moment when she looked away. Her brows furrowed, wondering what sort of thing she might've been shown to elicit that sort of reaction. "It would seem you did not like what you saw." she said gently, approaching slowly.
There stood a Fae, gazing into a Wonder Puddle. The demigoddess paused to watch as well, catching the moment when she looked away. Her brows furrowed, wondering what sort of thing she might've been shown to elicit that sort of reaction. "It would seem you did not like what you saw." she said gently, approaching slowly.
DELPHIA
