DELPHIA
”Have you met the Voice?” Delphia asked, wondering if the Shield knew more of her than she herself did. There was little about the would-be-goddess that dared challenge her father and his kin outside of the Hollowed Grounds, and she was curious, just what sort of person she was. The topic had made her grow serious after all – was it simply because of what the Voice represented, or because she knew more than she let on?
Steely eyes watched as the baker worked the dough, fingers still stroking the sides of the starwhale lovingly. ”Do you know anyone with such abilities?” she asked, wondering if she needed to put out a notice for that as well. But soon enough her eyes fell back to the display of sweet, bready pastries. Were she a child she may have pressed her nose to the glass for how longingly she looked at them.
Steely eyes watched as the baker worked the dough, fingers still stroking the sides of the starwhale lovingly. ”Do you know anyone with such abilities?” she asked, wondering if she needed to put out a notice for that as well. But soon enough her eyes fell back to the display of sweet, bready pastries. Were she a child she may have pressed her nose to the glass for how longingly she looked at them.
Death has nothing to do with going away
the sun sets and the moon sets
but they're not gone
