Delphia
Seeing death as the end of life
Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
”I suppose that depends on if you consider that which the Voice creates organic.” she said with a slight shrug as they walked, seeming distracted as her eyes darted about, gazing at worlds only her eyes could perceive. Her brow furrowed for a moment, tilting her head as if listening to something, her forefinger drawing circles on her thumb absentmindedly as she fell silent. ”Look for the Friend of Frey. She was writing…writing, writing, writing. Hmmm…” she hummed, before suddenly tripping and stumbling over and overgrown root. Delphia face planted on the ground, grumbling as she slowly pulled herself back up.Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
”Yes, yes, pay attention clumsy girl, I know.” she sighed, a playful ghost of a smile on her lips.
”The Friend of Frey isn’t dead, and the spirits here are vague. But she must have some information about the blight that you might find useful.” she said, brushing debris off her knees before continuing forward. ”I am not sure how it worked exactly. But Vi created roses for the populace to spread, and once they had, they were to pray to Rae to heal the afflicted. Then the Fae sacrificed herself to contain the blight so it could no longer spread.” she said, then paused. ”I believe that was the order. Perhaps it was reversed. It was a very overwhelming time for me.”
