DELPHiA
Delphia smiled at the man, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she looked at him with a deep affection and warmth – the sort of loving look one would expect from a mother or sister or other close kin. ”Indeed I am. Mort, God of Death, is my father.” she said simply, head tilting her head to the side. ”And who are you?” she said, wondering his name.
She listened quietly as he spoke, the warm gaze she had never fading as he went on at length. ”No disrespect is taken, and please, do not look at the ground. There is no need for that.” she said kindly, if a bit amused. It was rare she received such supplication, but she recognized it for what it was. Plenty would act as such at her father’s feet.”I would be happy to advise you. It is a kind service you offer, to give closure to those left in this world when one passes. It is not an easy and highly misunderstood profession – my mother’s family has practiced it for generations in the Northern Greatwood.” she said.
"Whatever you wish to know, I will answer, if I have the answers."
She listened quietly as he spoke, the warm gaze she had never fading as he went on at length. ”No disrespect is taken, and please, do not look at the ground. There is no need for that.” she said kindly, if a bit amused. It was rare she received such supplication, but she recognized it for what it was. Plenty would act as such at her father’s feet.”I would be happy to advise you. It is a kind service you offer, to give closure to those left in this world when one passes. It is not an easy and highly misunderstood profession – my mother’s family has practiced it for generations in the Northern Greatwood.” she said.
"Whatever you wish to know, I will answer, if I have the answers."
Spoiler Alert: Everybody Dies
