DELPHIA
Delphia remained silent, watching the Wraith with a steady gaze, equally distant and entranced. Tishy watched as well, tail flicking, predatory and detached. The older woman has a lot to say, it seemed, and the daughter of death was more than willing to give her a platform to do so. She wondered, briefly, if the Voice had ever been given such a platform by her father or Vi or Rae. Lines began connecting dots in her mind, tenuous, uncertain, still easily changed. "There is not a single species in Caido that exists within a vacuum. That you and your kin are no different...well, I'm not surprised but I am glad for it." she said warmly. It made things a but easier. There was a dual need in a way.
'I wonder though, if it has crossed your mind at any point that perhaps the Old Gods feel towards the Voice as you feel towards the people you once led?" she asked with the same gentle curiousity. Her questions were not posed to create conflict but to build understanding where she saw potential common ground. "That they are older than she, have more experience creating and taking within the balance of the world, that she presses on without heeding their warnings? Wishing to help but instead moving recklessly forward, opening doors to connect places never intended to be opened, creating new beings without understanding the impact on everything and everyone else?" she said softly, smiling at Wessex with sad eyes. "It seems possible to me that you might be able to empathize with both sides better than most."
Here she paused, smile falling ever so slightly despite the positive confirmation from Wessex. "Death is indiscriminate they say, and it is because my father is so too. He loves all, even the Ascended. You have chosen your life's path for reasons uniquely your own. He would welcome you to his realm with open arms, eager to hear your stories with as much excitement as any Attuned and yet..." Her brows furrowed briefly, concern filling her expression. "The Voice somehow prevents Ascended souls from joining his realm when they die, keeps them hidden away where they cannot be found. Did you know this?"
'I wonder though, if it has crossed your mind at any point that perhaps the Old Gods feel towards the Voice as you feel towards the people you once led?" she asked with the same gentle curiousity. Her questions were not posed to create conflict but to build understanding where she saw potential common ground. "That they are older than she, have more experience creating and taking within the balance of the world, that she presses on without heeding their warnings? Wishing to help but instead moving recklessly forward, opening doors to connect places never intended to be opened, creating new beings without understanding the impact on everything and everyone else?" she said softly, smiling at Wessex with sad eyes. "It seems possible to me that you might be able to empathize with both sides better than most."
Here she paused, smile falling ever so slightly despite the positive confirmation from Wessex. "Death is indiscriminate they say, and it is because my father is so too. He loves all, even the Ascended. You have chosen your life's path for reasons uniquely your own. He would welcome you to his realm with open arms, eager to hear your stories with as much excitement as any Attuned and yet..." Her brows furrowed briefly, concern filling her expression. "The Voice somehow prevents Ascended souls from joining his realm when they die, keeps them hidden away where they cannot be found. Did you know this?"
Death has nothing to do with going away
the sun sets and the moon sets
but they're not gone
