The Witch is Back – 1.06.2023 – Delilah
Jun 2, 2023 9:49:49 GMT
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Post by Delilah Daybreaker on Jun 2, 2023 9:49:49 GMT
Delilah did it for the training. That was the main and quite frankly the only reason she decided returning to the Feywild would be worth whatever the talking dandelion was offering. She couldn’t do the exceedingly great amounts of damage that her love could, nor was she as resistant to practically everything like Toothy. The Pale Daughter was in no way a healer like Carnan (which should be obvious by now). Itzal surprised her with how they made the witch vulnerable to an attack. She had known they were doing something when their eyes changed. Also helped when they said, “Focus on the dogs.”
She was more of a cat person anyway.
The fight was excruciating. Seeing the stress, frustration, and worry on Carnan’s face as every time he tried to help them with healing, the magic was snuffed out, was devastating. It had been a close call — almost too close. But they did it. By the skin of their teeth they slew the witch.
“Another four thousand gold. We are getting there.”
“…all we need is the castle itself…”
“So long as it’s in these lands and Oziah loves it, I will be content.”
Beastie looks over to the new dandelion curtains hanging in their room. “…it’s a bit sparkly…”
The half-elf smirks. “But no one can steal them, and that’s what counts.”
The curtains, and the large painting gifted to her and Oziah for killing and thus freeing one of the Regent’s people was an additional bonus Delilah had not been expecting. Everything else though was par for the course. The Regent of Rebirth is tall, imposing, and really unassuming. Archfey are no trifle, yet despite the great ease that came over her whole body when they entered the Court, Delilah couldn’t wait to leave. The vibes were wrong for her. Too bright, too chipper. Too nice.
The Gloom Queen had taken over Hagatha, the witch, their target, and that had mattered if only because She and Her Ilk tend to sow anarchy. Some may think she likes chaos, for when it abounds Murder is afoot and Delilah was its Mistress. But they would be wrong. It was peace, the quiet solitude of knowing nothing is coming for you. That she could live life safely, without looking over her shoulder in anticipation of someone trying to take it all away that she holds dear.
It is all she has ever wanted.
But such dreams are fleeting fancies, pointless trifles Delilah cannot entertain. Not while threats still persist for both her and her love.
She was more of a cat person anyway.
The fight was excruciating. Seeing the stress, frustration, and worry on Carnan’s face as every time he tried to help them with healing, the magic was snuffed out, was devastating. It had been a close call — almost too close. But they did it. By the skin of their teeth they slew the witch.
“Another four thousand gold. We are getting there.”
“…all we need is the castle itself…”
“So long as it’s in these lands and Oziah loves it, I will be content.”
Beastie looks over to the new dandelion curtains hanging in their room. “…it’s a bit sparkly…”
The half-elf smirks. “But no one can steal them, and that’s what counts.”
The curtains, and the large painting gifted to her and Oziah for killing and thus freeing one of the Regent’s people was an additional bonus Delilah had not been expecting. Everything else though was par for the course. The Regent of Rebirth is tall, imposing, and really unassuming. Archfey are no trifle, yet despite the great ease that came over her whole body when they entered the Court, Delilah couldn’t wait to leave. The vibes were wrong for her. Too bright, too chipper. Too nice.
The Gloom Queen had taken over Hagatha, the witch, their target, and that had mattered if only because She and Her Ilk tend to sow anarchy. Some may think she likes chaos, for when it abounds Murder is afoot and Delilah was its Mistress. But they would be wrong. It was peace, the quiet solitude of knowing nothing is coming for you. That she could live life safely, without looking over her shoulder in anticipation of someone trying to take it all away that she holds dear.
It is all she has ever wanted.
But such dreams are fleeting fancies, pointless trifles Delilah cannot entertain. Not while threats still persist for both her and her love.