what makes a desert beautiful...is that it hides a well, somewhere
'You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear it." Mort beamed, his arms tangling around his daughter in order to draw her near. Where they touched the fabric of reality seemed to swell and fade away as the land of the living lost its ability to keep the pair in focus. Only as they parted did they snap back properly. Pressing a kiss to Delphia's forehead before leaning his cheek against Tishy and pulling Remi toward him, it was with a gentle and understanding sigh that the god took a step back.
"Ahh. I do believe I heard Vi saying something about that, although..." With a look toward Remi, Mort splayed his fingers and gave his head a soft shake. "He has been quite distracted because of it." Smile lines creased the corner of the god's mouth as his dark eyes bounced between the two demigods.
"The stars are Safrin's realm and area of expertise...and I imagine if she felt the need to leave for a time without saying anything more about it then she likely has it well in hand."
"Ahh. I do believe I heard Vi saying something about that, although..." With a look toward Remi, Mort splayed his fingers and gave his head a soft shake. "He has been quite distracted because of it." Smile lines creased the corner of the god's mouth as his dark eyes bounced between the two demigods.
"The stars are Safrin's realm and area of expertise...and I imagine if she felt the need to leave for a time without saying anything more about it then she likely has it well in hand."
