DELPHIA
"How does she maintain her immortality then?" she said in confusion. The Voice had been human. For a human to be immortal, Mort had to allow it. He kept that balance with his beloved Vi for the sake of the world itself. That he had allowed it seemed unreasonable to her, and so some trick must be at play.
But she was becoming distracted from her real task now. Finding these Ascended souls to return to her father, where they had belonged all this time. "The child said the Core was somewhere cold with thin air...so atop a mountain I presume...the Fangs are quite tall aren't they?" she said, glancing over at her father. She had been focused on maintaining the Greatwood her whole life, and like others had no access to Halo until recently. She knew of the Fangs...but that was about it.
Delphia listened thoughtfully as her father explained his concern. She was alone too much. Her world view was too small. To see only through the lens of the dead was not all she was meant to have - and he wished her to live as full a life as the others. She squeezed his hand, looking at him like a playful, mischievous child might. "You're terribly concerned with the goings on of life for the god of death you know." she said teasingly. But it was true. Her life had been very narrow so far. "I've considered trying to find and train a Cat Sith, to keep as a companion to help me find lost souls...I suppose I can try making people friends too if that is what you'd wish." she said, giving him a loving smile. Mort need only say jump and she would ask how high.
But she was becoming distracted from her real task now. Finding these Ascended souls to return to her father, where they had belonged all this time. "The child said the Core was somewhere cold with thin air...so atop a mountain I presume...the Fangs are quite tall aren't they?" she said, glancing over at her father. She had been focused on maintaining the Greatwood her whole life, and like others had no access to Halo until recently. She knew of the Fangs...but that was about it.
Delphia listened thoughtfully as her father explained his concern. She was alone too much. Her world view was too small. To see only through the lens of the dead was not all she was meant to have - and he wished her to live as full a life as the others. She squeezed his hand, looking at him like a playful, mischievous child might. "You're terribly concerned with the goings on of life for the god of death you know." she said teasingly. But it was true. Her life had been very narrow so far. "I've considered trying to find and train a Cat Sith, to keep as a companion to help me find lost souls...I suppose I can try making people friends too if that is what you'd wish." she said, giving him a loving smile. Mort need only say jump and she would ask how high.
Here in the forest dark and deep
I offer you
Eternal Sleep
