DELPHINE
Delphine had been the silent girl who had helped make the blacksmith's shop reality, never speaking a word. And today, as she entered the familiar shop, she was quiet, a bundle of furs held securely over her arm... She'd had to take off her layers once she'd left Halo; it was much warmer in the Grounds than the tundra.
She had been careful, this time. She'd told Noah she was going to the Grounds, to do some trading, revisit the last home she'd had. Though she was not going back to the cave... Anything of value was probably gone. She'd traveled with a patrol, heeding the incident at Whitebrim.
She heard the clang of metal against metal and spied a rope with a sign. Reaching out a hand, she pulled the rope once and adjusted her furs--under which she carried a bag, to keep her furs in, and she settled on the floor to pack her furs away, humming to herself. She wasn't here to get something for herself, but for Noah. He was always doing so much for her...
She could certainly get him something. After all, the man was a hunter. Her gift would be practical.
She had been careful, this time. She'd told Noah she was going to the Grounds, to do some trading, revisit the last home she'd had. Though she was not going back to the cave... Anything of value was probably gone. She'd traveled with a patrol, heeding the incident at Whitebrim.
She heard the clang of metal against metal and spied a rope with a sign. Reaching out a hand, she pulled the rope once and adjusted her furs--under which she carried a bag, to keep her furs in, and she settled on the floor to pack her furs away, humming to herself. She wasn't here to get something for herself, but for Noah. He was always doing so much for her...
She could certainly get him something. After all, the man was a hunter. Her gift would be practical.
What's that thing they say about a rose by any other name?
Dandelion, dandelion.
