DELAH
"Come then. And see." Delah says with a reverant pause, her dark gaze tantalizingly wicked as she turns and moves through her warriors guarding the pit. No one dares move against their chieftess despite how their wary eyes fall upon the tall woman so suddenly having her revoked permissions returned to her.In silence Delah walks, her small stature doing little to hide the intimidating presence she wears like a second skin. Meandering to the outskirts of the village, they come suddenly to a copse of trees that appears quite thick but also symmetrical, as if planted in such a way as to create a ring.
"Ready?" Delah asks with a wry smirk.
In places deep
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind
