DELPHIA
It wasn’t often that the spirits called her to a person. But today they did. Whoever it was had been calling out to the gods in a quiet way, either not praying properly at a shrine or doing so and receiving no answer. But when one was desperate, it was not terribly uncommon for her to hear. Not as the heralds or the big three did, but through the disturbance amongst the lesser spirits that inhabited Caido. They whispered and swirled and tugged at her boot laces. To the Grounds, to the Grounds, he is swimming in the Grounds.
And so it was that Delphia trekked from her home to the Hollowed Grounds, making her way through the dark place in whatever direction the spirits pointed. Presumably towards water, since he was apparently swimming. As they had indicated, the trail led to a beautiful Oasis, and at the water's edge sat a man. Silent as a ghost, Delphia approached him from behind, not really considering how this might startle him. She tilted her head, the corners of her eyes crinkling as if she might smile. ”You called?”
And so it was that Delphia trekked from her home to the Hollowed Grounds, making her way through the dark place in whatever direction the spirits pointed. Presumably towards water, since he was apparently swimming. As they had indicated, the trail led to a beautiful Oasis, and at the water's edge sat a man. Silent as a ghost, Delphia approached him from behind, not really considering how this might startle him. She tilted her head, the corners of her eyes crinkling as if she might smile. ”You called?”
Death has nothing to do with going away
the sun sets and the moon sets
but they're not gone
