haunted, yes, but cute
"Were they not?" Delah said in slight surprise, raising a brow. She didn't know terribly much about the last war, if she was honest. Nor had she ever really cared. Unlike Delah, the only people she had to lead were dead, and the threats of wars did not affect them. If there was something of serious importance, Mort would tell her, or the spirits would.
Death's daughter paused then, considering Delah's words, her own thoughts, what she had begun to understand of their neighbors and the threats that loomed. "Even the gods do not work alone, Delah." she said sodtly, her gaze softening finally to her usually adoring fondness as she looked at the Guardian. "Did the Fae have a friend such as me, last time?" she asked.
Death's daughter paused then, considering Delah's words, her own thoughts, what she had begun to understand of their neighbors and the threats that loomed. "Even the gods do not work alone, Delah." she said sodtly, her gaze softening finally to her usually adoring fondness as she looked at the Guardian. "Did the Fae have a friend such as me, last time?" she asked.
