DELPHiA
"It is good to meet you as well." Delphia said as she watched her flit around the temple. A small smile curved her lips. She was a vibrant example of Vi's ingenuity and it warmed her dead heart to see. So many were scarred from the war, yet her soul seemed untouched. Maybe due to her youth, she had not yet been corrupted by the cynicism that often came with age.
"Phoebe the Nightingale. Demigoddess of Frey." she said in recognition with a slight nod. "I have not met her, but I know of her." she said tilting her head to the other side. "She was one of only two demigods who did not fight along beside us in the war." she noted. The other was another demigod of Frey. Perhaps Frey had bid them not to fight, but that perplexed her too. Wouldn't Frey have wanted a hand in the Voice's demise too?
"Phoebe the Nightingale. Demigoddess of Frey." she said in recognition with a slight nod. "I have not met her, but I know of her." she said tilting her head to the other side. "She was one of only two demigods who did not fight along beside us in the war." she noted. The other was another demigod of Frey. Perhaps Frey had bid them not to fight, but that perplexed her too. Wouldn't Frey have wanted a hand in the Voice's demise too?
death becomes her
