DELPHiA
Delphia watched the interaction between Frey and Loren in distant silence. This was not her meeting, this was not her business; she had simply come along at his request, intending to help in whatever way she could. However, his calculations had clearly been off. Frey did not appreciate his offerings, nor find his work satisfactory. With the dismissive nod from the Herald of Rae – a nod she returned with graciousness – she sent the child’s spirit off to Mort to rest where it belonged. However, the spirit was not the only one in need of rest.
She held Loren’s gaze, warmth and adoration in her own haunted, steely eyes as she looked back at the conjurer. As he headed for the road, she reached out to take his hand if he allowed (if only to make sure he did not get lost in his emotionally weary state). She wished with all her might she could radiate the same warmth and comfort her father could. But all she had were words. ”Come. Rest for awhile, Loren. And when you awake, begin anew.” Not again, anew. If the world could be reborn year after year, so too could he.
- FIN
She held Loren’s gaze, warmth and adoration in her own haunted, steely eyes as she looked back at the conjurer. As he headed for the road, she reached out to take his hand if he allowed (if only to make sure he did not get lost in his emotionally weary state). She wished with all her might she could radiate the same warmth and comfort her father could. But all she had were words. ”Come. Rest for awhile, Loren. And when you awake, begin anew.” Not again, anew. If the world could be reborn year after year, so too could he.
- FIN
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