haunted, yes, but cute
Delphia had yet to venture into the Hollowed Grounds. They bothered her deeply - a place filled with death, contained too long in one spot, contaminated and twisted by it. Such concentration of dead energy over such a length of time had surely distorted the creations of Vi and Rae within, the balance of worlds unseen so heavily off kilter. There could never be as many things alive as there were things dead after all. Life was ephemeral. Death was eternal.
And yet, the place called to her. As much as she was disturbed by the sheer density of the air in the place, knowing it unbalanced and therefore alarming, she felt at home with it. Wherever death was found, his daughter was not far behind after all. Such was her purpose. So she paced the edge of the forest and the grounds, hands tucked deeply into pockets of a hooded coat, steel eyes staring off and away are planes of existence mortals merely dreamed of. As she marched, she happened upon a fellow playing the mud, and she watched quietly for a time. Her head tilted lightly, listening for his ancestors but no voices came. How strange. "Recreating childhood by making mud pies?" she asked, face expressionless but pale eyes filled with unwarranted warmth.
And yet, the place called to her. As much as she was disturbed by the sheer density of the air in the place, knowing it unbalanced and therefore alarming, she felt at home with it. Wherever death was found, his daughter was not far behind after all. Such was her purpose. So she paced the edge of the forest and the grounds, hands tucked deeply into pockets of a hooded coat, steel eyes staring off and away are planes of existence mortals merely dreamed of. As she marched, she happened upon a fellow playing the mud, and she watched quietly for a time. Her head tilted lightly, listening for his ancestors but no voices came. How strange. "Recreating childhood by making mud pies?" she asked, face expressionless but pale eyes filled with unwarranted warmth.
