Delphia smiled at her, shrugging a bit. "Even if I am wrong, it is a worthy dream to strive for, is it not? Mort would certainly love to hear how you tried to mend the rift the Voice created." she said. That much she knew would be true. A life dedicated to something so altruistic? What better sort of life was there?
She hummed low, sliding back until she was laying down, arms outstretched to either side, eyes closed. She remained that way for a very long time in silence. "Hollowed Ground is Hollowed no more. It is a scar, twisted by magic and malic and death, kept trapped for centuries without release. It is an unnatural thing that happened here, and it may never fully recover." she said softly, thinking of the words Frey had said about the monster's of LongNight.
"I am sure near the end, Ludo must have been so very tired. The energy of this place is so draining. I cannot imagine Frey and Safrin were any more at peace here."
Delphia
when you can't look on the bright side
i will sit with you in the dark
