DELPHIA
The daughter of death blinked, watching as the young man Oliver spoke to Wessex…but seemed not to notice her or her query. Briefly she looked down at herself – had she stepped into the realm of the dead on accident? No…well…how odd. But it seemed Loren had been close at her heels, and made short work of sending orders about, include some for her as well.
Silently, she watched as the summoner used his magic to wash the mud out the back door, and she followed when the last bits of it had banished. Already, clumps of it were making and effort to scoot their way back inside, but she impeded it’s path. ”Now, now, you pesky little mudlings. It is time for you to go and have your fun elsewhere. Go on now, there are little patches of grass back there that would be much more entertaining for you.” she said lovingly to the memory mud, gently coaxing it to move away from the building, just as she had the first time she had met Loren. ”The building is not a place for mud any longer.”
Delphia coaxes the mud further from the building.
Silently, she watched as the summoner used his magic to wash the mud out the back door, and she followed when the last bits of it had banished. Already, clumps of it were making and effort to scoot their way back inside, but she impeded it’s path. ”Now, now, you pesky little mudlings. It is time for you to go and have your fun elsewhere. Go on now, there are little patches of grass back there that would be much more entertaining for you.” she said lovingly to the memory mud, gently coaxing it to move away from the building, just as she had the first time she had met Loren. ”The building is not a place for mud any longer.”
Delphia coaxes the mud further from the building.
I hope you're proud of me, dad
