don't you know there's a part of me
It had been hard for Delta to mentally accept her temporary blindness. At first, she was under the belief that the gods potentially hated her, that she had done something to earn their wrath. It was only when her father reassured her otherwise that she started to think otherwise. No surprise to anyone, it took Delta a while to feel ready to pray to the gods once more. This time, she was far, far more wary of her gifts and how she handled it. A gorgeous necklace for Frey, a gemstone for Safrin, and finally for Ludo, a small little flute to play music.
Once the gifts had been placed down, Delta swam quite a few feet away and was clearly very tense, her shoulders high and her body stiff. She was ready to fight back this time. It seemed wrong to not give an offering, a crime. Despite her fears of the tokens once more attacking her, she knew that she had to give the gods the offering. How else would she receive a response.
Shakily, she tried to mask away any nervousness.
I wish to speak with one of the Old Gods. Short, sweet, and to the point.
Once the gifts had been placed down, Delta swam quite a few feet away and was clearly very tense, her shoulders high and her body stiff. She was ready to fight back this time. It seemed wrong to not give an offering, a crime. Despite her fears of the tokens once more attacking her, she knew that she had to give the gods the offering. How else would she receive a response.
Shakily, she tried to mask away any nervousness.
I wish to speak with one of the Old Gods. Short, sweet, and to the point.
that longs to go into the unknown
delta
