these voices won't leave me alone
”The brownies of course. Or perhaps you know them as pixies. They like finding the beads you lose and putting them on your stool. Though I might suggest leaving them a little offering for their hard work.” she said, still speaking in the native Fae tongue out of respect for the woman. Delphia stepped in quietly, dipping her head to do so. Fae dwellings were lovely but so small. She had to turn her head slightly to stand upright once inside even.
For a moment the young woman seemed to fade – not physically but mentally, zoning out as she looked about the shot, eyes darting around as if following something unseen. Eventually she pointed to a little corner near a rack with long, sparkly dresses. ”They like it there. Leave a little offering plate there for them. Pretty things, pretty things…” she hummed.
For a moment the young woman seemed to fade – not physically but mentally, zoning out as she looked about the shot, eyes darting around as if following something unseen. Eventually she pointed to a little corner near a rack with long, sparkly dresses. ”They like it there. Leave a little offering plate there for them. Pretty things, pretty things…” she hummed.
DELPHIA
