with a reverence unimpaired

DELAH

Delah merely crossed her arms and raised her brow, appearing quite amused at the flush of emotion rising on the narrow-faced woman's cheeks. "As I said," She begins calmly, "I don't expect you to understand our ways, nor do I care if you do." Delah shrugs, though her expression turns stony as Amalia mentions that more will be coming into her woods.

With a sneer, Delah takes an intimidating step forward. Which, given the disparity in their heights is probably not in the fae's favour. "Then you will all be captured." She hisses. "If we invade your homes and say you must accept it because we will simply keep coming, would you not defend it? Or would you yeild?" Looking Amalia up and down, she lifts her chin. "We might share the world, but these woods are ours. Our customs are our own. All you need to know is that you are not welcome here."

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