Delah feels a sense of calm descend around her. Her mind wants to fight the peace that the creature is creating but she is helpless. As much as she wants to keep her arms tightly wound about her body and her jaw set in a stern line, she feels herself relaxing, and soon her hands are dropped to her side and she merely stares at the creature with a sort of child-like wonder.
"If you have been chosen by such a creature, then you are free to pass in our Woods. It does not mean that you are welcome though." She adds, wanting to bristle but finding her shoulders much too relaxed.
"If you have been chosen by such a creature, then you are free to pass in our Woods. It does not mean that you are welcome though." She adds, wanting to bristle but finding her shoulders much too relaxed.
