DELPHIA
Delphia’s head tilted to the side, at first in confusion at the woman’s own seeming misunderstanding, but then she smiled warmly. ”I am no Abandoned. My name is Delphia, daughter of Mort, and I am able to speak with those who have died. Your husband’s soul still resides here, as he does not wish for you to make the trek to my father’s realm alone when your time comes.” she said, her cool gaze moving from the woman to the empty space just beyond her shoulder once more, preoccupied by something that she could only see it seemed. ”I suppose I can leave you for now, since you aren’t making any trouble.” she said softly, looking back at the woman then. Her finger drew circles on her thumb, and she continued to remain distracted.
”So…why is it your son isn’t helping you?” she asked.
Delphia is doing a fabulous job of not accomplishing anything she was asked to.
”So…why is it your son isn’t helping you?” she asked.
Delphia is doing a fabulous job of not accomplishing anything she was asked to.
I hope you're proud of me, dad