From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Given that there wasn't a shrine to Mort in King's End—one might have expected there to be given the vast burial sites—Delphia and Remi had opted simply to meet in Ludo's Woods instead, as it was the demigoddess' home and a place very familiar to the Lullaby.
Though it was mid-afternoon, the Woods were barren and cold. Snow piled high around the trunks of the trees, muffling some sounds and emphasizing others such that the snapping of a twig could sound like a gunshot whereas a call for help might sound like a far-off bird. It was a dangerous season indeed to be found without supplies amidst trees which often liked to play tricks on those who wandered within, but Remi wasn't terribly concerned. With his wings fanned out to keep the worst of the wind from his face and otherwise bundled with ursur furs, the Lullaby stood by the shrine with a few tokens for Ludo so that the herald wouldn't feel left out.
Who are you? They ask. Death? Sometimes... I say. But not today
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
The cold rarely affected Delphia, who felt far more comfortable in its embrace than Longheat's blazing sun. Still, as she appeared from thin air next to Remi, she too was bundled in furs, Tishy's face sticking out from her hood. The cat sith meowed at the Lullaby in greeting, but stayed comfortably tucked into the hood of Delphia's cloak. "Hello, Remi." she said softly, the hint of a smile in the crinkle of her eyes.
But they were not here for pleasantries. They were here for divine duties.
She stepped up to the shrine and placed a bouquet of flowers upon it. It had been dried to preserve the color and scent, caught somewhere between life and death in its visage. She thought it a perfect gift for her father. "Father, Remi and I have come to seek your counsel on a matter of great urgency." she said, calling out to Mort in hopes he had time to greet them.
what makes a desert beautiful...is that it hides a well, somewhere
Mort's realm was the most open to the two demigods who stood before him now; perhaps that was why the cream-coloured columns of death's halls, which blended seamlessly into the trees, were visible to both Delphia and Remi as the God of Death stepped from one reality and into another amidst thick tendrils of golden sunlight.
'I hope the matter isn't too urgent that you don't have time for a hug.' Boyish and youthful while still affecting an air of great age and wisdom, the god holds open his arms for his daughter. He admired Delphia's no-nonsense attitude and her dedication to any and all tasks set before her; Mort hoped she would forgive him his fatherly affections no matter how grave the matter she brought to him.
'Hello Remi. I trust you're doing well?' Reaching out to embrace the Lullaby as well, both demigods would feel their worries and cares ebbing away as bright and unfiltered joy descended upon them.
Delphia wasn't much of a smiler. Sure there were hints of them here and there, ghosts and whispers of smiles. But when Mort appeared she smiled warmly. She did not get to see him often, but he never disappointed her when he was able to make an appearance. Her shoulders relaxed, the electric scar on her neck stretching slightly. "There is always time for a hug for you, father." she said warmly, wrapping her arms around his waist. Tishy made her way from Delphia's hood to Mort's shoulders, rubbing her face against his cheek in greeting.
Delphia then made way for Remi, allowing him a chance to soak in the warmth of Mort's embrace, happy to share her father for the time. Remi was her brother in spirit after all thanks to Ludo.
Once Remi had answered Mort, Delphia delved into the urgent matter. "Safrin has left. She is fending off something in the stars that threatens Caido." Delphia said, brows furrowing. More out of confusion than concern, as her father's presence washed away most worries. "Do you know of this?" Surely so, if not directly then through Vi. Right?
"Delphia." Compared to his counterpart Remi was positively cheerful by comparison. Smiling crookedly and wishing he'd brought his own companion that Oria might be able to meet Delphia's Cat Sith, the Lullaby seemed on the verge of adding something additional to Mort's daughter's prayer before thinking better of it.
Though only moments before Remi would have said he wasn't bothered by the cold, no sooner had the golden beams of light touched the feathers of his wings, than he immediately felt as though he'd been frozen for an age. Gasping with relief he hadn't known he'd feel, the Lullaby shifted his wings back to allow himself to first be bathed in light, and then in Mort's embrace as well.
Taking a step back, Remi let his sea-glass stare roam over Mort for a moment as he debated. "Ronin and I met with Noah...in the Grounds." He murmured, this last emphasized in a way he hoped the god would already understand.
Who are you? They ask. Death? Sometimes... I say. But not today
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
what makes a desert beautiful...is that it hides a well, somewhere
'You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear it." Mort beamed, his arms tangling around his daughter in order to draw her near. Where they touched the fabric of reality seemed to swell and fade away as the land of the living lost its ability to keep the pair in focus. Only as they parted did they snap back properly. Pressing a kiss to Delphia's forehead before leaning his cheek against Tishy and pulling Remi toward him, it was with a gentle and understanding sigh that the god took a step back.
"Ahh. I do believe I heard Vi saying something about that, although..." With a look toward Remi, Mort splayed his fingers and gave his head a soft shake. "He has been quite distracted because of it." Smile lines creased the corner of the god's mouth as his dark eyes bounced between the two demigods.
"The stars are Safrin's realm and area of expertise...and I imagine if she felt the need to leave for a time without saying anything more about it then she likely has it well in hand."
Tishy gave a cattish smile as the god pressed his cheek against hers. Then she made her way back to Delphia, curling up in her hood with a contented purr.
Delphia waited patiently for Mort to give his greetings and thoughts, but for once his words did not settle her concerns. "I am not sure Safrin is as confident with her abilities as you are, father." she said with a slight frown. "She gave Ronin and Deimos bracelets that signal impending danger, and asked that the children of Frey seek their permission to use the refuge again." she said, glancing at Remi to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, giving him space to add whatever he wished.
She looked to Mort again with a furrowed brow. "We were told to prepare for danger, but seek your counsel as to how, given we don't know the nature of our foe this time."
Raising an eyebrow to hear the god say so, the Lullaby frowns quietly to himself as he shifts his gaze away from the golden hues cascading around the god and towards the snowy ground instead. Though he'd only ever argued with Vi once, even criticizing him in Mort's presence seemed an unwise thing if only because Remi knew just how he would react should someone say anything untoward about Ronin within earshot of him.
Sighing softly, his breath a white cloud before him, the Lullaby glances toward Delphia with a nod of agreement. "And inkling at all you have would be helpful. Since I have been here we have had supernatural wars, a sickness that spread, rampant animals, catastrophic events..." Parting his lips to say more, instead, he just shakes his head.
Who are you? They ask. Death? Sometimes... I say. But not today
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
