You have absolutely not intended for stealth in your plot of moss and lichen, yet people always seem somewhat surprised to see you- funny how that works. Shaking your head to clear it of some of the moss, you tilt it to the side, freckled face lighting significantly as you learn that this is a once-and-future friend. "Hullo Delphi!" you reply in greeting, accidentally leaving off the final vowel. "I don' remember, but it's nice t'meetcha again." Probably. You assume. It's usually pretty nice to meet people, in your experience.
Except then she's upset (no, wrathful), so you furrow your brows, attempting to understand the strength of her vitriol and utterly failing. Instead you latch onto something that bemuses you greatly- "People think Mort is vengeful?" you wonder, thoroughly surprised that anyone could come up with such a misconception.
Standing up, you settle in beside Delphia, your freckled face thoughtful as you stare up at the Spire. "Yea, I know." Thoughtfully you take a step toward the structure, reaching out with your magic to coax some of the plant life you've willed into existance to follow along behind. You want to see how close you can get it, before it refuses to come along.
Except then she's upset (no, wrathful), so you furrow your brows, attempting to understand the strength of her vitriol and utterly failing. Instead you latch onto something that bemuses you greatly- "People think Mort is vengeful?" you wonder, thoroughly surprised that anyone could come up with such a misconception.
Standing up, you settle in beside Delphia, your freckled face thoughtful as you stare up at the Spire. "Yea, I know." Thoughtfully you take a step toward the structure, reaching out with your magic to coax some of the plant life you've willed into existance to follow along behind. You want to see how close you can get it, before it refuses to come along.
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