As Delphia continues to explain you stand perfectly still, listening intently despite the fact that your eyes are fixed on the smooth black wall. Breathing slowly, you attempt to will more life into being around you - something you honestly don't have any control over, but you like to believe you kinda do. That the plants like you, and that's why they grow around you, so you're never without friends.
Anyway. Ahem. Back to business. Lost souls, centuries in the Spire- very serious stuff. More serious than your flowers, some might say, though the moss that's sprouting in your hair and the grass that slowly unfurls near your toes seem pretty important to you. Is there anything better or more beautiful than nature taking back a place that should belong to it? One day you hope to see the Spire covered in vines and lichen and flowers. One day-
Ahem. Anyway. Souls. Souls in the Spire. Souls in the Spire with stone stairs Safrin shattered. "Why doesn't Ludo go get 'em? Or the other Heralds? Why's it gotta be you?" you wonder, genuinely curious what could possibly be keeping the raggedy being from retrieving his errant charges.
Anyway. Ahem. Back to business. Lost souls, centuries in the Spire- very serious stuff. More serious than your flowers, some might say, though the moss that's sprouting in your hair and the grass that slowly unfurls near your toes seem pretty important to you. Is there anything better or more beautiful than nature taking back a place that should belong to it? One day you hope to see the Spire covered in vines and lichen and flowers. One day-
Ahem. Anyway. Souls. Souls in the Spire. Souls in the Spire with stone stairs Safrin shattered. "Why doesn't Ludo go get 'em? Or the other Heralds? Why's it gotta be you?" you wonder, genuinely curious what could possibly be keeping the raggedy being from retrieving his errant charges.
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