DELAH
"Here. In our Woods." Delah replies, a touch of pride in her voice. "In our Woods." She repeats coldly. "It was a war between "gods"—" The quotation marks were practically audible as she sniffed disdainfully."Ianto is not your concern. Would you prefer I revoke your safe passage out? I can do that if you like, starwhale or no." Delah grins, though it looks more like she is baring her teeth. "It is called the tulmhainar." The word rolls off of Delah's tongue like a piece of driftwood into a lake, or a bit of flint into a fire. She grins.
"There are always sacrifices. My people will do, if it is necessary. Though the tulmhainar prefers that its food are not fae-born." Delah continues, her grin widening. "So curious." She notes, stepping forward now, eyes narrowed and her chin tilted up to look at Amalia despite the height difference.
"I can show you to the tulmhainar, if you like. Though with one whiff of you, I am sure it will not let you go." She added with a feline grin.
In places deep
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind
