DELPHiA
Delphia was used to emotion being displayed in grand amounts when she conversed with the dead. It was a skill only she and a few gods had after all. But she hadn't expected the girl to spiral and begin spewing concerns and insecurities that Mort's daughter had no context for. Like who was this "Jude" for example. The name slipped off her tongue as though she ought to know, but it was merely met with a solemn blink.
Was this girl truly cut out for leadership?
At her last utterance, Delphia's head tilted, an amused smile curving her lips just slightly. "You are very silly." she said, hands hanging heavy at her side. "You are never alone. The gods are with you always. They are eternal and surround us all all the time. They know all and are but an offering away at the shrines. Lay the weight of your woes upon their shoulders and they will guide you." she said. "Such has always been the way of Stormbreak's people to rely on the gods."
Was this girl truly cut out for leadership?
At her last utterance, Delphia's head tilted, an amused smile curving her lips just slightly. "You are very silly." she said, hands hanging heavy at her side. "You are never alone. The gods are with you always. They are eternal and surround us all all the time. They know all and are but an offering away at the shrines. Lay the weight of your woes upon their shoulders and they will guide you." she said. "Such has always been the way of Stormbreak's people to rely on the gods."
death becomes her
