when there's too many emotions

Delphine

Delphine listened with interest, as the man explained his title and being allowed a vote in the recent election. It definitely sounded like he had integrated well.

His inquiry made her steps falter. "I... lost my children, Acantha and Bryony." she had slowed to a stop, her voice quiet. "I... needed to start somewhere else, and... Noah was nice to me." Slowly she started walking again, hands tucking into her furs.

"It... is nice here. A bit. I'm not certain I'm a fan of the snow, but..." The woman offered a weak smile, "I believe it is growing on me." Or perhaps Noah was growing on her.

She fell into silence, before asking: "So agriculture? What will that entail?"

I don't mind where you come from as long as you come to me.
I don't like illusions, I can't see them clearly.
I don't care, no, I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually, what you'll do.