DELPHIA
Delphia smiled as he joked at her. It was heartening that even though he was shrouded in darkness, he could stl grasp at bits of light. There was hope in his oblivion, and where there was hope, there could yet be life. "My own youth does not falsify my statement." she said with a hint of a laugh. She stepped closer, head tilting slightly as she took in the sight of tears on his cheeks.
"Harper...one who plays the harp, which is a symbol of the heavens and hope - what a divine name. Whyever do you grieve so?" she asked, voice gentle and kind. At his question she nodded, a smirk curving her lips. "There are always spirits around. These of a natural source, having never lived nor died, but merely existing. You are not haunted, if that was your concern."
"Harper...one who plays the harp, which is a symbol of the heavens and hope - what a divine name. Whyever do you grieve so?" she asked, voice gentle and kind. At his question she nodded, a smirk curving her lips. "There are always spirits around. These of a natural source, having never lived nor died, but merely existing. You are not haunted, if that was your concern."
Death has nothing to do with going away
the sun sets and the moon sets
but they're not gone
