DELPHIA
Delphia stared openly at Bastien, a bit unnervingly given she did not blink her haunted gaze once in the moments that passed. "I see. You are an Ascended then." she said, for she couldn't logic any reason why he would insert himself into the situation she posed if he did not identify with it. But then, her blank stare melted, expression softening. Though her lips didn't quite curve to a smile, it shone brightly in her eyes. "Of course your soul is there. You're not dead." she said softly, looking at the painting once more. It held her gaze for a time before she looked back at the artist.
But her gaze had changed. Though still warm and loving, there was a melancholic hint to her eyes, as though looking at something she loved while knowing something painful would happen to it. "Your goddess does not allow the soul of her Ascended to reach Mort. A soul that does not reside within the realm of death can never truly rest." she explained softly.
But her gaze had changed. Though still warm and loving, there was a melancholic hint to her eyes, as though looking at something she loved while knowing something painful would happen to it. "Your goddess does not allow the soul of her Ascended to reach Mort. A soul that does not reside within the realm of death can never truly rest." she explained softly.
Here in the forest dark and deep
I offer you
Eternal Sleep
