i'll make it up to you

DELAH

"Don't—" Delah hisses instantly, her hand suddenly flying out to grasp Amalia's wrist. There is a snarl on her face—but not of anger, of concern—as she turns to look at Amalia. Realizing she is still holding the girl's arm the war chief quickly drops it, a scowl asserting itself onto her small features. "It isn't safe. Don't touch it unless you want to die." She adds with a bristle as if compensating.

Flatly, Delah crosses her arms. "Oh, what a helpful little child you are! Ask the gods, or the Tulmhainar? What a brilliant idea, I wonder why I hadn't thought of it." With a snort, Delah shakes her head. "Of course we have asked and the answer is the same. It is you. Your presence here. The fall of the barrier. Those ascended being back in the world." That Amalia thinks it is similar to the Spire only makes the fae bark an unhappy laugh. "I don't doubt it. "

I live it full
I live it wide
Through layers of time
You can’t divide