DELPHIA
It might look odd, seeing a badger (or whatever small creature he was) nod at her, but she smiled nonetheless. What else could he do, after all, since she was not attuned and therefore could not share his telepathic bond. But as he summoned the phoenix and bid his weasel friends to stand clear, she could see the exhaustion from all this exertion. The slight hunch in his shoulder, the beads of sweat on his forehead - all indicative of his tiredness and all for the sake of her quest for a Cat Sith.Quietly, she looked through her back, trying to find something she thought might help. It took a moment or two, for she was not necessarily the most organized person, but eventually she withdrew a small packet of beeswax covered cloth. "Here, eat a few of these tiropita. They'll get your strength back up." she said, opening the cloth to reveal small, triangular shaped pastries, filled with a tangy cheese and parsley mixture.
life is a dream walking
death is going home
