Whispers, echoes, voices on the wind. It was rare when Delphia did not know she was wanted. She did not always know by whom, or why for, but the quiet mutterings of spirits always reached her ears. It was in this fashion that she was summoned from her yurt within the Greatwood and found herself walking around the settlement of the Hollowed Grounds. Though it wasn't the most graceful journey, her mind so focused on listening to the faint voices of those past she tripped and bumped into others with frequency.
But eventually she stood at the foot of the fallen Sanctuary, brows furrowing as she gazed at it. She made a note to visit a shrine of Safrin to pay respects for what ill had happened here.
The whispers renewed, and haunted gaze turned, falling on a girl as pale as any spectre. Quietly she approached, only after hearing her name whispered by the girl herself did she know this was indeed who she had been led to. "Why, I am right here." she said gently, a hint of a warm smile radiating from her ghostly pale eyes.
Delphia
when you can't look on the bright side
i will sit with you in the dark
