DELPHiA
Delphia heard a voice echo through the halls, and she glanced back to find the source. A young woman and a griffin approached - a young attuned woman then - approached from the entrance. Tishy stuck her head out from her pocket as well, hissing quietly at the sight of the griffin. The daughter of Mort merely patted her head in comfort.
Then the young woman addressed her, and she tilted her head in confusion, electric scar stretching slightly across her neck and jaw. "Why do you pluck Vi's creations and send them to Mort before it is their time?" she asked curiously. She had seen the practice done before, but never fully understood it. Such a waste of healthy life while Rae still tended to it.
Then the young woman addressed her, and she tilted her head in confusion, electric scar stretching slightly across her neck and jaw. "Why do you pluck Vi's creations and send them to Mort before it is their time?" she asked curiously. She had seen the practice done before, but never fully understood it. Such a waste of healthy life while Rae still tended to it.
death becomes her
