Delphia
Seeing death as the end of life
Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
Delphia shrugged a bit at Oia’s question. ”It looked organic. Though it spread more quickly than a natural substance it spread in a seemingly organic fashion. Nothing about it seemed shockingly un-organic. And yet, the Voice created it.” she said, shrugging again. She wasn’t sure where one things started and another stopped, nor did she care terribly much. All that mattered is that it ended in the way all organic things did – death.Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
She lifted her hands to her face, chin resting on the heels and fingertips thrumming against her cheekbones as she focused deeply. Images flitted before her eyes, though they were fuzzy and indistinct, the clarity she sought still just beyond her reach and a bit beyond the capabilities of the spirits around her. ”She is blonde. Skinny.” she muttered, turning slightly until she faced the direction of the Crimson Cataract. Her head tilted to the side, straining to hear and see more. ”She comes from the Hollowed Grounds. Busy. Very busy. The color pink and honeysuckle is important though I’m not sure why…I apologize, it is hard to get more than that. Were she dead the picture would be much clearer.” she said.
”Because so much died.” she said softly, looking back to Oia, the haze in her eyes suddenly clearing. ”Suddenly. Painfully. Their minds twisted. So many did not understand their own deaths and required help to move on to my father.”
