she herself is a haunted house
Delphia raised a brow at her curt response. But after a moment her expression melted again, gaze loving and affectionate. "I was not explaining, simply making conversation. But it seems you perhaps do not appreciate my presence in the Greatwood." she said quietly. Alina would not be the first or last Fae to distrust her, even though the demigoddess took great care to respect their customs as her family had for generations.
She gazed into the puddle herself, letting its whim show her whatever it wished. As she did, the images shifted. Mort with Vi, suddenly betrayed by the god of life and destroyed, his existence forever erased. Beyond her reach, as though he had never been, for the god of death could not truly die. Her expression fell and she sighed, looking back to the Fae. "It seems this puddle is in a foul mood, showing only our nightmares. What a shame."
She gazed into the puddle herself, letting its whim show her whatever it wished. As she did, the images shifted. Mort with Vi, suddenly betrayed by the god of life and destroyed, his existence forever erased. Beyond her reach, as though he had never been, for the god of death could not truly die. Her expression fell and she sighed, looking back to the Fae. "It seems this puddle is in a foul mood, showing only our nightmares. What a shame."
DELPHIA
