Delphia
"Oh?" she said softly, curiously. She laughed lightly, an echoey, haunted sort of noise - a ghostly sort of laugh befitting an old, dilapidated mansion than a living woman. "Well, here I am." she said, lightly echoing phrases her raggedy Herald counterpart might say.
She nodded to his question about who she was. "Yes, I am Delphia, daughter of Mort." she said, voice warm and loving. He was an odd fellow, now wasn't he? The seer held out a hand to him, pale eyes looking at him and the way the spirits reacted to his presence. "You seem to have a heavy soul. What plagues your mind and heart so?" she asked softly.
She nodded to his question about who she was. "Yes, I am Delphia, daughter of Mort." she said, voice warm and loving. He was an odd fellow, now wasn't he? The seer held out a hand to him, pale eyes looking at him and the way the spirits reacted to his presence. "You seem to have a heavy soul. What plagues your mind and heart so?" she asked softly.
Death smiles at us all
All man can do is smile back
