these voices won't leave me alone
She smiled at her warmly. For all hesitancy she saw an adventurous soul somewhere under her forward facing front. It was beautiful, the intricacies of Vi and Rae's creations. "Should I ever be heading that way, I would gladly take you. But if you simply speak to the forest, I am sure it would be happy to lend you the correct path." she said with a little nod. The Fae and the Greatwood were inextricable after all. Surely it would not be hard for Jiao to find here way to its northern edges.
"You needn't be afraid." she said with a light laugh, watching with amusement as Jiao peeked out around her like a small child hiding behind their mother's legs. "He is no monster or beast, just a dead man." she said with a shrug. Even so tortured, it was still a Fae's soul, not some unearthly being. But as they approached, Delphia would grow distance, focusing in on what would appear no more than open air in the darkness. Her head tilted to the side, finger tracing circles on the pad of her thumb. The young woman mumbled under her breath, speaking to the air, quiet whispers of condolence and comfort in the Fae tongue.
"Come now. I know you have suffered. It is time to be at peace." she said softly, reaching out as if to hug the air, eyes closing as she focused. Slowly but surely, a small, trembling ball of light began to take shape within her arms. As her eyes opened, they too seemed to glow softly, working the magic given to her by her father. "There we are...go now. Mort has been waiting for you all this time, dear one." she said, smiling lovingly at the ball of light. Gently, she lifted it up above her head, and rather like a shooting star it took off into the sky, dissipating after only a few feet.
"You needn't be afraid." she said with a light laugh, watching with amusement as Jiao peeked out around her like a small child hiding behind their mother's legs. "He is no monster or beast, just a dead man." she said with a shrug. Even so tortured, it was still a Fae's soul, not some unearthly being. But as they approached, Delphia would grow distance, focusing in on what would appear no more than open air in the darkness. Her head tilted to the side, finger tracing circles on the pad of her thumb. The young woman mumbled under her breath, speaking to the air, quiet whispers of condolence and comfort in the Fae tongue.
"Come now. I know you have suffered. It is time to be at peace." she said softly, reaching out as if to hug the air, eyes closing as she focused. Slowly but surely, a small, trembling ball of light began to take shape within her arms. As her eyes opened, they too seemed to glow softly, working the magic given to her by her father. "There we are...go now. Mort has been waiting for you all this time, dear one." she said, smiling lovingly at the ball of light. Gently, she lifted it up above her head, and rather like a shooting star it took off into the sky, dissipating after only a few feet.
DELPHIA
