DELPHIA
Her embrace remained, even as their words became blunt and to the point. At her mental prompting, from hidden within the shadows nearby, a small black cat with a white spot upon its chest inched forward. Purring, it approached and curled up on the young man's lap. "The gods would tell you not to push down your feelings, but to embrace them. They were given to man for a reason, you know." she said with a light laugh.
Delphia carefully looked through her little bag, procuring a few candles, a bundle of sage, and some herbal oils. "During the day, pretend your mind is a great cauldron. These things that hold you back from pursuing your life...imagine placing them inside and putting a lid on top. It cannot be opened, and these things cannot distract you." she said. A mental practice, using the imagination - as powerful as memories - to aid in healing. "Each night, wipe these oils down your sternum - the scent opens your soul to healing. Open the lid and allow the emotions within to consume you - for no longer than an hour - before placing them back in. Burn the sage to cleanse yourself and your room, then light a candle in your window, one for each person you long for. They might not be here, but Mort and Ludo will see, and by knowing you mourn, they will help ease your pain over time." Delphia explained.
But his final statement elicited real laughter from the demigoddess. "Harper...does the black widow male decide he is best for the female? Do courtship dances of birds begin because the dancer feels they are best for the observer?" she asked, booping his nose with a finger. "Vi did not decide he was best for Mort, and Mort did not decided he was best for Vi. They each decided the other was best for themselves. Find the one that fills your sight with the glory of the sunrise and leaves you mourning the sunset when they leave. Leave deciding if you are their sunrise to them - for you cannot see the world through their gaze."
Delphia carefully looked through her little bag, procuring a few candles, a bundle of sage, and some herbal oils. "During the day, pretend your mind is a great cauldron. These things that hold you back from pursuing your life...imagine placing them inside and putting a lid on top. It cannot be opened, and these things cannot distract you." she said. A mental practice, using the imagination - as powerful as memories - to aid in healing. "Each night, wipe these oils down your sternum - the scent opens your soul to healing. Open the lid and allow the emotions within to consume you - for no longer than an hour - before placing them back in. Burn the sage to cleanse yourself and your room, then light a candle in your window, one for each person you long for. They might not be here, but Mort and Ludo will see, and by knowing you mourn, they will help ease your pain over time." Delphia explained.
But his final statement elicited real laughter from the demigoddess. "Harper...does the black widow male decide he is best for the female? Do courtship dances of birds begin because the dancer feels they are best for the observer?" she asked, booping his nose with a finger. "Vi did not decide he was best for Mort, and Mort did not decided he was best for Vi. They each decided the other was best for themselves. Find the one that fills your sight with the glory of the sunrise and leaves you mourning the sunset when they leave. Leave deciding if you are their sunrise to them - for you cannot see the world through their gaze."
Death has nothing to do with going away
the sun sets and the moon sets
but they're not gone
