Delah looks up at Amalia, her expression one of mingled fear, confusion, and jealousy. Even though the fae live for centuries seeing a starwhale is still rare for them. And never, not in all of her long years or in the teachings of her grandmothers has she ever heard of this.
She wants to hate Amalia in that moment and nearly succeeds. This woman coming into her woods, Delah stupidly letting her out of the pit to witness the momentous event in a moment of softness, only to have this?
Her warriors whisper around her, crowding in now. Their hands are still clenched tightly together, and as Delah rises and looks over her shoulder, all eyes are on the black-eyed woman and the whale. No one looks to Delah for their orders. Clenching her teeth together she barks at them, her words like a snake shooting through the grass and immediately they scatter leaving Amalia and Delah alone.
Turning towards the almond-eyed woman, Delah crosses her arms. Though Amalia is much taller than she, the fae-chief is no less an intimidating presence.
"Can you hear its soul?" She asks, her question actually, is it bonded to you?
She wants to hate Amalia in that moment and nearly succeeds. This woman coming into her woods, Delah stupidly letting her out of the pit to witness the momentous event in a moment of softness, only to have this?
Her warriors whisper around her, crowding in now. Their hands are still clenched tightly together, and as Delah rises and looks over her shoulder, all eyes are on the black-eyed woman and the whale. No one looks to Delah for their orders. Clenching her teeth together she barks at them, her words like a snake shooting through the grass and immediately they scatter leaving Amalia and Delah alone.
Turning towards the almond-eyed woman, Delah crosses her arms. Though Amalia is much taller than she, the fae-chief is no less an intimidating presence.
"Can you hear its soul?" She asks, her question actually, is it bonded to you?
