delphine
The Academy was easy to explore, finding her way around the place had been her first step to spending LongNight there. She almost missed the Hollowed Grounds, the cave that she'd have shut up tight, the two little children who would have been crying to go out-out-out.
How many times had she been tempted to let them go out into the darkest of night and day? Her lips pursed, as she trailed her fingers over one of the canvasses she had brought with her. How often had she told herself she needed the twins, to stay sane? Trapped in isolation, resenting two little souls.
Her fingernails dug into her hip, and she continued to study the blank canvas. And quietly, in the recesses of her mind, she made a promise to seek Ludo, an idea already piecing together, a request she was probably not worthy of asking; but she'd ask, nonetheless.
She reached for one of the various brushes that had been laid out on the floor beside her and studied the colors, hazel hues thoughtful. She thought of Torchline, the beauty of the sea, and reached for a variety of blues.
Painting chased her thoughts away, well, as much as she was able with that ever-lingering memory of the day her daughters' had died, always at the forefront of her mind. Never long gone. But... she had learned to live with it. Almost thankful that she could never forget their faces, their little voices.
Her guilt had been short-lived. As she painted the canvas one shade of blue, she moved to stand, stretching and moving around the room while the canvas dried. She was restless and bored, and... Delphine hated being cooped up. As much as she found the academy to be pretty roomy, she found it to be just as stifling.
And so, when the door to the room opened, Noah would find her pacing, rearranging her herbs and teas, tapping her fingers against the wall or any solid surface.
How many times had she been tempted to let them go out into the darkest of night and day? Her lips pursed, as she trailed her fingers over one of the canvasses she had brought with her. How often had she told herself she needed the twins, to stay sane? Trapped in isolation, resenting two little souls.
Her fingernails dug into her hip, and she continued to study the blank canvas. And quietly, in the recesses of her mind, she made a promise to seek Ludo, an idea already piecing together, a request she was probably not worthy of asking; but she'd ask, nonetheless.
She reached for one of the various brushes that had been laid out on the floor beside her and studied the colors, hazel hues thoughtful. She thought of Torchline, the beauty of the sea, and reached for a variety of blues.
Painting chased her thoughts away, well, as much as she was able with that ever-lingering memory of the day her daughters' had died, always at the forefront of her mind. Never long gone. But... she had learned to live with it. Almost thankful that she could never forget their faces, their little voices.
Her guilt had been short-lived. As she painted the canvas one shade of blue, she moved to stand, stretching and moving around the room while the canvas dried. She was restless and bored, and... Delphine hated being cooped up. As much as she found the academy to be pretty roomy, she found it to be just as stifling.
And so, when the door to the room opened, Noah would find her pacing, rearranging her herbs and teas, tapping her fingers against the wall or any solid surface.
