DELPHIA
The pressure Delphia put on herself was always far greater than what Mort ever did. He was always so kind and understanding, believing in her with such confidence it was humbling. That he so believed she would do better, and moreover that she had the capacity to understand that which only the gods did? She could have shone as brightly as one of Safrin's stars. "Thank you, father. I will make you proud, I promise." she said, a sure bod following her declaration.
But the sudden worry on his features gave her pause. She had never, not once, seen anything other than warmth and love and patience in his infinite gaze. To see one so mighty as him worry...it was unsettling to put it mildly. "What is it, this Core? Why would she keep souls within?" she said. Her worries about the Voice using these souls to maintain her immortality suddenly rose to the surface, and her dark brows furrowed above her pale gaze.
Could she really be so...so evil?
His hand wrapping around her pulled her from her thoughts and she followed him through the trees without hesitation. Someone to talk to. She considered quietly, looking up at the branches as they passed between them. "I've spoke with Ludo, who is as wonderful as you described." she said with a smile at Mort. "And Safrin and Frey...though Frey wasn't really interested jn answering my questions." she admitted. That he might mean other people of the human varied did not occur to her at first. A result of her upbringing - raised in such a devout family she had been raised with her soul purpose being to the gods. She was a child of Mort. She did not have the luxury of the usual and mundane lives of others. She was to serve his will and the will of the gods, an extention of Mort's own hand in the world. As much as she loved them, to want and seek other people was not her first instinct.
But the sudden worry on his features gave her pause. She had never, not once, seen anything other than warmth and love and patience in his infinite gaze. To see one so mighty as him worry...it was unsettling to put it mildly. "What is it, this Core? Why would she keep souls within?" she said. Her worries about the Voice using these souls to maintain her immortality suddenly rose to the surface, and her dark brows furrowed above her pale gaze.
Could she really be so...so evil?
His hand wrapping around her pulled her from her thoughts and she followed him through the trees without hesitation. Someone to talk to. She considered quietly, looking up at the branches as they passed between them. "I've spoke with Ludo, who is as wonderful as you described." she said with a smile at Mort. "And Safrin and Frey...though Frey wasn't really interested jn answering my questions." she admitted. That he might mean other people of the human varied did not occur to her at first. A result of her upbringing - raised in such a devout family she had been raised with her soul purpose being to the gods. She was a child of Mort. She did not have the luxury of the usual and mundane lives of others. She was to serve his will and the will of the gods, an extention of Mort's own hand in the world. As much as she loved them, to want and seek other people was not her first instinct.
Here in the forest dark and deep
I offer you
Eternal Sleep
