DELAH
"This is what your presence has done." Delah all but growls, parting the greenery with her magic. The forest seems to welcome the tiny predator who slinks through its limbs even though she is still cloaked in her fae-body. But it bends and moves slowly like something old, but something sickly as well.
"Here, can you see it?" Delah asks with something like a skeptical sneer, as if expecting Amalia's newness to the forest to somehow prevent her from seeing its sickness. Aw large tree with a tangle of roots scattered amidst the soil has a strange...blackness growing up it. Like a smattering of fungus—though it clearly isn't—the black is ebony-dark with flecks of exotic and destructive blue.
"And there—" The warchief points to a grouping of plants that has blackened holes in its leaves, bearing the same blacky-bluish foreign destruction.
I live it full
I live it wide
Through layers of time
You can’t divide
I live it wide
Through layers of time
You can’t divide
