Delphia
Slowly but surely, a small clearing would come into view. Her home was nothing special, a yurt of modest size tucked away in the trees on the edges of Ludo's Woods. Only then did Tishy reappear, quite suddenly in fact out of thin air in front of them, trotting along the worn path up to the structure before seeming to walk right through the walls to disappear inside.
"Perhaps. Or perhaps the knowledge simply had not reached your ears. The Greatwood keeps many secrets." Delphia said with a bemused laugh. Though she supposed as the daughter of Mort and his most spiritual follower, she may have had an upper hand there. The Seer released the Spyglass's hand as she went inside, leaving the door open so he could follow if he wished. The inside was cluttered but warm - filled to the brim with candles and wall hangings, books, drying herbs, and protective amulets and charms. A random assortment of collectibles - some as valuable as gemstones to as worthless as funny shaped twigs - littered every available space. And yet, by some miracle, it remained functional and easy navigable, the demigoddess not having sacrificed her ability to live in the space for all the treasures she kept.
She stepped up to a desk, covered in dusty tomes with odd runes, lanterns, and thuribles strewn about. Her pale gaze was locked on the shelves above it though, looking are various vials of liquids. "I wonder just what would help you best..." she murmured.
"Perhaps. Or perhaps the knowledge simply had not reached your ears. The Greatwood keeps many secrets." Delphia said with a bemused laugh. Though she supposed as the daughter of Mort and his most spiritual follower, she may have had an upper hand there. The Seer released the Spyglass's hand as she went inside, leaving the door open so he could follow if he wished. The inside was cluttered but warm - filled to the brim with candles and wall hangings, books, drying herbs, and protective amulets and charms. A random assortment of collectibles - some as valuable as gemstones to as worthless as funny shaped twigs - littered every available space. And yet, by some miracle, it remained functional and easy navigable, the demigoddess not having sacrificed her ability to live in the space for all the treasures she kept.
She stepped up to a desk, covered in dusty tomes with odd runes, lanterns, and thuribles strewn about. Her pale gaze was locked on the shelves above it though, looking are various vials of liquids. "I wonder just what would help you best..." she murmured.
Death smiles at us all
All man can do is smile back
