Delah
The stones we cut, the songs we made
Though she'd recently opened her woods up to the folks from the Hollowed Grounds, she had still been wary of them. Always watching. When Edrei and Co had first entered into the woods, she was notified. It did not take long for the panther to arrive. Clothed in leathers and fur, Delah appeared soundlessly, her arms crossed against her chest and her head held high. Snippets of the 'new queens' conversation had been gleaned from the many eyes and ears in the woods, and so it was with this bit of knowledge that Delah raised a skeptical and challenging brow.
"Do you not think we have tried magic on this yet?" She asked, her voice like flint in the dead of night, her moss-green eyes hardened. The height difference between the two seemingly went unnoticed, by Delah anyway, so great was her personality and aura.
"Do you not think we have tried magic on this yet?" She asked, her voice like flint in the dead of night, her moss-green eyes hardened. The height difference between the two seemingly went unnoticed, by Delah anyway, so great was her personality and aura.
