DELAH
With arms slung over the shoulders of her kin and her wings buzzing to help keep the weight off of her shattered leg, the warchief had no spare limbs with which to shake In voices like gravel and falling leaves, the fae declined all offers of aid. One winced an apologetic look towards
As the cluster of fae find themselves back into the light, Delah turns a head over her shoulder, eyes focused on
With a quick nod to Remi who has clearly been supporting the structure, Delah turns back to her warriors. Then, with a sound like bees and rain, the fae lift off and depart.
In places deep
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind