Delphia
Inside the yurt, Vervain would find a great many things, some familiar, some not. Talismans hung from the ceiling in great clusters, books stacked in piles, vials of plants and essences and herbs - whoever inhabited the place surely had some grasp of witchcraft. If for the very specific purpose of cleansing dead energies based on the various accumulated items in and amongst a variety of useless knick knacks. But the first living creature the witch would see was not a person, but a creature, as Tishy popped up her head from behind a large stack of texts to look at Vervain with wide green eyes. Mewling the affirmative that a very alive soul stood in the doorway, Delphia's own visage was quick to follow, dark curls covered in a fine layer of dust.
"Welcome, stranger. Did you seek me out, or has the Greatwood blessed me with a friend for the day of its own accord?" she asked warmly, corners of her eyes crinkling as if with a smile.
"Welcome, stranger. Did you seek me out, or has the Greatwood blessed me with a friend for the day of its own accord?" she asked warmly, corners of her eyes crinkling as if with a smile.
normal is an illusion
