Delphia
Seeing death as the end of life
Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
"Mmmm...but there are many people who pretend to be someone they are not. That you do not is unique and refreshing." she said softly. She was sure that such people would endlessly confuse her sort-of-cousin. For one so honest and frank about their own person, and simultaneously so analytical and cold-cut in their view of the world, such small deceptions would probably be frustrating at best. It was the most naturally unnatural traits of humanity after all.Is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean
A notice in the Temple? Her head tilted slightly, once more listening for any whispers or insights from those spirits who roamed farther than she ever did. "There is...a corridor. At the end are large wooden doors with heavy handles...It is a place of learning. I would look there." she said, gaze growing distant again. It was difficult, when the spirits she connected to did not speak with words, but through pictures and symbols. It lent itself to innaccuracy, though over the years she had learned to interpret a few that appeared with regularity.
