she herself is a haunted house
Delphia's lips briefly quirked a smirk at the corners. What an interesting way to frame a blessing. "I suppose many blessings come with expectations." she said in agreement. Perhaps Vi and Rae and their heralds were different, but death was the ultimate equalizer. Mort - and she suspected Ludo - did not give out blessings often without some expectation of equivalent recompense. Such was their nature and duty.
Tishy, however, could not have cared less about the trivialities of their conversation. Instead she hopped down onto the ground, wide eyes locked onto the raggedy edges of the cloak. She crouched down, butt wiggling as she tried to calculate the most opportune time to swat at the enticing wisps of fabric.
"If you do not mind me asking, what expectation has been laid upon your shoulders in taking up Ludo's mantel?" she asked Nephele, curious as to the nature of this arrangement that had been made.
Tishy, however, could not have cared less about the trivialities of their conversation. Instead she hopped down onto the ground, wide eyes locked onto the raggedy edges of the cloak. She crouched down, butt wiggling as she tried to calculate the most opportune time to swat at the enticing wisps of fabric.
"If you do not mind me asking, what expectation has been laid upon your shoulders in taking up Ludo's mantel?" she asked Nephele, curious as to the nature of this arrangement that had been made.
DELPHIA
