she herself is a haunted house
Delphia did not seem to grow angry or otherwise concerned as the Fae lashed out at her. Though most accepted her close proximity to the village, given her divine task set out by Mort, there were always those who were sharp. "I would remind you that the Thanatos family has lived on your borders and been friends of the Fae for many generations, and that the only trouble I have ever caused has been for the Cat Sith hunting your brethren's souls." she said, voice even and gentle, still full of ardor even as she spoke.
She called upon the spirits, asking them to aid her under her breath. Perhaps they could help twist the whims of this wonder puddle to be more affable to them. "A very logical response, but one that is wholly wrong." Delphia said kindly, a small smile curving her lips. Even now, the image she saw in the water shifted, Vi lounging amongst the most beautiful of trees, Mort resting comfortably in his embrace. "Why don't you look again, now that the spirits are on our side?"
She called upon the spirits, asking them to aid her under her breath. Perhaps they could help twist the whims of this wonder puddle to be more affable to them. "A very logical response, but one that is wholly wrong." Delphia said kindly, a small smile curving her lips. Even now, the image she saw in the water shifted, Vi lounging amongst the most beautiful of trees, Mort resting comfortably in his embrace. "Why don't you look again, now that the spirits are on our side?"
DELPHIA
