DELPHiA
Training was not something Delphia was accustomed to. Usually she let her gifts flow as freely as the waters before her, hindered by small rocks here and there but nothing she could not wear down in time. But there was a war brewing - one she was woefully unprepared for. She needed to grow stronger if she was to be helpful at all, even in calling to spirits of the dead to send them from battlefield to rest. She had never moved souls in such numbers before...so there was no time like the present.
Standing along the bank of the Stonesong, Delphia carefully chose her targets - fish, swimming by. She could keep some to eat and others trade in the market for other goods, so her training would not cause waste. First she placed nets strategically to allow fish in but not out, amassing a small pool of the creatures for her to practice on. Then she set to the task, hand outstretched, calling the souls of the fish to leave their bodies one by one, before sending them away to her father's realm.
Standing along the bank of the Stonesong, Delphia carefully chose her targets - fish, swimming by. She could keep some to eat and others trade in the market for other goods, so her training would not cause waste. First she placed nets strategically to allow fish in but not out, amassing a small pool of the creatures for her to practice on. Then she set to the task, hand outstretched, calling the souls of the fish to leave their bodies one by one, before sending them away to her father's realm.
she has witchcraft in her lips
