DELPHIA
Delphia’s head tilted in confusion at the woman’s ire. ”It isn’t a game, nor am I concerned about he wares. I’m trying to give you a message.” she said. But then it dawned on her that perhaps, like Wessex, the woman didn’t believe her. She ought to show her it was true. The daughter of Mort held out her hand, and slowly but surely a round, glowing orb appeared to hover just above it. Though it was far from a solid thing, shifting and moving about as if to maintain the shape. ”See? This is Geralt’s soul. Isn’t he handsome?” she said warmly.
Of course, that was when Loren arrived, and by then she was quite distracted from her original task. ”Look Loren, it is this woman’s husband’s soul. His name is Geralt. She did not believe I was who I said I was.” she said, clearly to absorbed in the world of the dead to fully why he had shown up.
Of course, that was when Loren arrived, and by then she was quite distracted from her original task. ”Look Loren, it is this woman’s husband’s soul. His name is Geralt. She did not believe I was who I said I was.” she said, clearly to absorbed in the world of the dead to fully why he had shown up.
I hope you're proud of me, dad
