DELPHiA
Where had she been? Where indeed...dead, alive, dreaming, awake - the blur of what was and what had been blurred to nothingness as the demigoddess walked aimlessly. The world had changed much and dust from seasons passing yet clung to her dark clothes. Wherever she had been, clearly laundry had not been a priority.
Her guide this day was Tishy, who seemed to have grown since she last recollected, memories far too blurred to know where one started and the other ended. The cat sith pranced through the snow, leaving no tracks in its wake, weaving between trees that moved of their own accord. Grey eyes gazed upon the snow where footprints ought to be. Strange...Tishy was indeed very much part of the living world, why would their not be tracks? So lost in her musings was Delphia that she did not notice her own feet moving through the snow soundlessly. Only once a strange sensation tingled up her spine did she pause and turn to behold a familiar face.
Oh. She was walking through Mort's plane, not Vi's. Silly her.
"Hello, Remi." she said softly, neither acknowledging or apologizing for literally walking through him just moments before.
Her guide this day was Tishy, who seemed to have grown since she last recollected, memories far too blurred to know where one started and the other ended. The cat sith pranced through the snow, leaving no tracks in its wake, weaving between trees that moved of their own accord. Grey eyes gazed upon the snow where footprints ought to be. Strange...Tishy was indeed very much part of the living world, why would their not be tracks? So lost in her musings was Delphia that she did not notice her own feet moving through the snow soundlessly. Only once a strange sensation tingled up her spine did she pause and turn to behold a familiar face.
Oh. She was walking through Mort's plane, not Vi's. Silly her.
"Hello, Remi." she said softly, neither acknowledging or apologizing for literally walking through him just moments before.
death becomes her
