if you throw me to the wolves
From the midst of the crowd, Delah watched and listened. Jiao's playful rebuke of the human's offering made her smile to herself even as she made her way through the bodies come to lurk and linger and judge.
To Remi, she flashed a flint-coloured gaze, her jaw set. "We have Arduinna for our needs. And of course Ianto, here." The smile she sent towards the fox was like night and day, her features briefly soft and beautiful, before hardening again as she looked back to the alchemist.
As for Amalia, the warchief only shrugged. "Food is...welcome. Though we have no shortage of crops here. We do not live in a place of barren death as you do. If anything, you might learn something from us that helps your craft." Her tone is...stable, if not more polite in dealing with the baker. She of them all is the most welcome here, if only because of the astral-calf floating at her side.
To Phoebe next, the warchief only sneers. "Many of our kind possess healing magic. Your potions are not needed. Do you even know how the fae are born, midwife? Do we seem at all like you? We who have lived here for thousands of years, and you come here as if we are suddenly in need of you to help with our births?"
Looking towards Ianto, her head tilting to the side, Delah crossed her arms and issued a gentle snort. "What is this Ianto? Why have you brought this ragtag group here? We have no use of their parlour tricks."
To Remi, she flashed a flint-coloured gaze, her jaw set. "We have Arduinna for our needs. And of course Ianto, here." The smile she sent towards the fox was like night and day, her features briefly soft and beautiful, before hardening again as she looked back to the alchemist.
As for Amalia, the warchief only shrugged. "Food is...welcome. Though we have no shortage of crops here. We do not live in a place of barren death as you do. If anything, you might learn something from us that helps your craft." Her tone is...stable, if not more polite in dealing with the baker. She of them all is the most welcome here, if only because of the astral-calf floating at her side.
To Phoebe next, the warchief only sneers. "Many of our kind possess healing magic. Your potions are not needed. Do you even know how the fae are born, midwife? Do we seem at all like you? We who have lived here for thousands of years, and you come here as if we are suddenly in need of you to help with our births?"
Looking towards Ianto, her head tilting to the side, Delah crossed her arms and issued a gentle snort. "What is this Ianto? Why have you brought this ragtag group here? We have no use of their parlour tricks."
i'll come back leading the pack
