DELPHINE
With the sun shining so high in the sky, nonstop, all the time, Delphine could not help but wander aimlessly. It was easy to sleep in the house, they'd put up heavy furs to block out the sun, but that didn't mean that the sun constantly being around hadn't messed up Delphine's ability to gauge whether it was daytime or nighttime.
The fact that the sun was not going to go down anytime soon left her with less fear of roaming without Noah beside of her. Sure, Whitebrim had been scary. But she'd learned not to go to Whitebrim. And she was better dressed and much more prepared for traveling to and from the portal and the Citadel.
Besides, she had come out to help with clean-up last season, and she was hoping she might run into Wessex again. The woman had been fun. Delphine had no idea where Wessex lived, but the woman had teleported her home, and that had only made Delphine more curious about her.
However, as she wandered the tundra, she'd given up hope on stumbling into Wessex, instead she settled on turning her attention to the beauty of the place she lived. Though it was cold, and she missed the warmth of Torchline, or even the Hollowed Grounds, there was beauty in the various snow drifts.
She pulled a sketchbook from her pocket, a smaller book with a little bit of charcoal attached to it by a ribbon, and began to sketch a snowdrift, as she stood smack in the middle of the path that led to the Citadel. She'd have to try to capture the beauty in a painting; though that might be hard using only the color white...
She was so focused on her sketch, making little notes of colors she saw in the snow, that she did not hear the crunch of snow underneath somebody, as they walked the same path she was blocking.
The fact that the sun was not going to go down anytime soon left her with less fear of roaming without Noah beside of her. Sure, Whitebrim had been scary. But she'd learned not to go to Whitebrim. And she was better dressed and much more prepared for traveling to and from the portal and the Citadel.
Besides, she had come out to help with clean-up last season, and she was hoping she might run into Wessex again. The woman had been fun. Delphine had no idea where Wessex lived, but the woman had teleported her home, and that had only made Delphine more curious about her.
However, as she wandered the tundra, she'd given up hope on stumbling into Wessex, instead she settled on turning her attention to the beauty of the place she lived. Though it was cold, and she missed the warmth of Torchline, or even the Hollowed Grounds, there was beauty in the various snow drifts.
She pulled a sketchbook from her pocket, a smaller book with a little bit of charcoal attached to it by a ribbon, and began to sketch a snowdrift, as she stood smack in the middle of the path that led to the Citadel. She'd have to try to capture the beauty in a painting; though that might be hard using only the color white...
She was so focused on her sketch, making little notes of colors she saw in the snow, that she did not hear the crunch of snow underneath somebody, as they walked the same path she was blocking.
I'd like to see the world upside down,
it could be more beautiful.
