with a reverence unimpaired

DELAH

"No." Delah says, apparently unmoved by the baker's bookish ways. "They remain. They have not been chosen." She said with little room for negotiation, her arms rising and crossing once more.

For a still second the fae regards the long and lean almond-eyed woman. Delah seems on the verge of some decision, moss-eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she internally ponders something. "We do not exist for your amusement or interest. I don't care that you want to learn more." She says at last, fighting against the soothing silent strains of the starwhale, wanting to hide inside of her animosity.

In places deep
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind