Delphia
The forest had felt different in the wake of her internal crisis. She begged the spirits and divine beings of the wood to help her find meaning - some place in the world in which she could contribute something - anything - that might bring her father pride. So far, she had been met with silence, her patience being tested. And so it was to the Stonesong she went, hoping that a good cleansing in its cold waters would clear her mind and soul. It was a path she had traversed hundreds of times, her soul's companion Tishy equally accustomed to the trail. And yet, as they arrived, the Cat Sith's shadows pulsed, green eyes locking on some unseen thing in the distance. She sniffed the air before yowling at her companion, and the daughter of Mort stared at her curiously. "A soul?" she said, brow furrowing a bit.
Upon concentrating more, the nail of her forefinger drawing circles against the pad of her thumb, she realized indeed that a person lay somewhere beyond the bushes lining the river. How strange... in that direction lay the elemental storms. Who in their right mind would try to traverse that way?
Delphia decided she had little to lose in this venture, and followed Tishy over some rocks and across the Stonesong, seeking out whoever it was that lay beyond, soul calling and disturbing the spiritual realm of the Greatwood.
Upon concentrating more, the nail of her forefinger drawing circles against the pad of her thumb, she realized indeed that a person lay somewhere beyond the bushes lining the river. How strange... in that direction lay the elemental storms. Who in their right mind would try to traverse that way?
Delphia decided she had little to lose in this venture, and followed Tishy over some rocks and across the Stonesong, seeking out whoever it was that lay beyond, soul calling and disturbing the spiritual realm of the Greatwood.
if you don't embrace her madness
you'll never taste her magic
