Naavi
Naavi nodded, slowly. "The barrier..." Her head tilted lightly, as she moved from her spot, flitting to peer through the shelves. She claimed a tome, and held it out to the demi-goddess, smiling brightly. "This?" She was, by no means, someone who ventured through the books often.
She settled on the ground once more, tipping her head to stare up at Delphia. "They say that you can speak to the dead?" Naavi's gaze wandered over the woman, a girl compared to some of the fae.
"Can..." She trailed off. Did she really want to ask after Alcyone? Or ask after her mother and her father, and the dysfunction that was their relationship, that led to so many half-siblings and a child being dropped on her doorstep fifty years ago?
She fell silent, uncertain.
She settled on the ground once more, tipping her head to stare up at Delphia. "They say that you can speak to the dead?" Naavi's gaze wandered over the woman, a girl compared to some of the fae.
"Can..." She trailed off. Did she really want to ask after Alcyone? Or ask after her mother and her father, and the dysfunction that was their relationship, that led to so many half-siblings and a child being dropped on her doorstep fifty years ago?
She fell silent, uncertain.
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