i'll make it up to you

DELAH

For a moment Delah just stares at Amalia, her fingers tensing. Pain prickles on her tongue and in her throat as the lie forms itself on her lips. Grimacing, the war chieftess exhales. "I don't know. I haven't been so foolish as to let anyone try."

Delah is nearly ready to roll her eyes at Amalia's theorizing, until her final words stop her dead. "A what in the where?" Delah demands, nostrils flaring and moss-green eyes suddenly wide and vibrant.

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