Delia reaches down to scratch the top of Eira, always happy to receive snuggles from the griffin, listening to him run through the list of tasks he'd completed. She smiles softly, reaching over to give his hand a squeeze, "I'm proud of you, Noah. It wasn't an easy task, but you've done everything he asked of you." Cordelia brushes her thumb across the back of his knuckles before dropping his hand once more. Returning to her own meal, the One Shot hums in quiet contemplation, head tilting to the side.
"Soon. I'll probably leave tomorrow to retrieve them. We'll stay here the remainder of the season and then journey back together with you." She says, knowing that he'd feel better with all of them here. She would, too. The Attuned was always anxious with her children far from her side, paranoid that they would be in danger without her close. Just another side effect of the war.
"Soon. I'll probably leave tomorrow to retrieve them. We'll stay here the remainder of the season and then journey back together with you." She says, knowing that he'd feel better with all of them here. She would, too. The Attuned was always anxious with her children far from her side, paranoid that they would be in danger without her close. Just another side effect of the war.
Cordelia
My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War
