"Are you upset? Y'seem upset."
So it is that you become reacquainted with Delphia: sitting, cross-legged, on the ground in a pocket of dense, stubborn moss, your feet bare, an apple half-eaten in one of your hands, your honey eyes curious as you gaze up at the girl.
You can't say you particularly blame her, being no big fan of the spire yourself. It's such an ugly, unnatural thing, a place where life just will not thrive. Your emotions on The Voice are somewhat milder, but that is neither here nor there. Tilting your head up to look at the stranger, you wrinkle your nose in thought. "Why're you upset?"
So it is that you become reacquainted with Delphia: sitting, cross-legged, on the ground in a pocket of dense, stubborn moss, your feet bare, an apple half-eaten in one of your hands, your honey eyes curious as you gaze up at the girl.
You can't say you particularly blame her, being no big fan of the spire yourself. It's such an ugly, unnatural thing, a place where life just will not thrive. Your emotions on The Voice are somewhat milder, but that is neither here nor there. Tilting your head up to look at the stranger, you wrinkle your nose in thought. "Why're you upset?"
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