Delphia
Delphia returns Remi's small smile before looking back at the group. She remains quiet, waiting first for at least one of the Fae to speak up. This was their ancestral home after all. That Alina is the first to speak is no surprise to her; she was a woman of strong will and conviction after all. And though she was correct that the living population was small, the child of Mort knew better than any that there were far more residents than met the eye.
"Those are all good ideas." she said softly. The sunlight trees, the strength sapping fog - all logical solutions based on the visible assets of the wood. "But you all forget the legions of fae and other creatures who have called this place home over the centuries. I am certain with my father's aid, we could call them from his realm to defend their homeland."
"Those are all good ideas." she said softly. The sunlight trees, the strength sapping fog - all logical solutions based on the visible assets of the wood. "But you all forget the legions of fae and other creatures who have called this place home over the centuries. I am certain with my father's aid, we could call them from his realm to defend their homeland."
if you don't embrace her madness
you'll never taste her magic
