are the spirits listening

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

Delphia’s answer is shockingly satisfying, and there’s something like relief that comes to her at the answer. As if maybe she’d been holding a tension or a worry she hadn’t quite realized. How long had she been carrying it? Perhaps since they all died, piling on to it with each death. It was not an end, she knows, just a change. One day they would be together again, but still, it was an end for her in this life. A loss of her mother, her father, her brother, her friend. The list grew too easily.

”Thank you,” she says, pausing for a moment simply to let Delphia’s answer sink in. Perhaps Maea is watching them now. Hopefully she would be watching the Kraai, the drinks that would be made with her brother’s notebook, the ways that they would not let her be forgotten. ”I have a million questions, but honestly, I don’t know that the rest of them matter.” That’s the truth, too. Her loved ones were happy, they were waiting, but they were not longing. What else could matter?

”Is there anything I can do for you, in exchange for your help?” She feels a little bad having just asked all her questions and then leaving. There’s something inherently wrong about it to the Halovian, to offer nothing in return.

weaver

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