Wintersong Wood

Chirpy meets Delilah

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      Nonami
      6/11 04:03PM
      There she stood. Looking up at the strange house. It was one to wake up in such and walk out of it. Other thing was to walk in it. It almost seemed alive, this place. She clenched her needle, and looked around. Uncertain. Unsure. Her small poncho waving in the breeze with scarlet tones, as the pale mask lightly glimmered in the clean late sunlight. A mild chirp came from her, as she tried to figure out how to tackle this. At this time she wasn’t much of a speaker. Having spoken only to Jerry and Construction workers out of necessity since the faithful day.

      Nonami

      6/11 04:12PM
      The place seemed rather quiet for now. She took a step forward, thinking that some strange magic would happen. Nothing happened for now. She chirped again lightly. Her head tilted. Did the witches go to a summit? Maybe. She needed to find Micah’s place, and the only place she could think of was here after all. She decided to speak up a little, “Hello?” she said. It was a little scary. Scarier than she remembered. She looked around again. Usually graves were outside. So maybe she may walk around, and see if she could find it. Micah’s resting place. With light steps she began to walk around the perimeter, her head turning side to side to see where it could be. She was not the best detective. Somewhat regretting not going with witches earlier, she slid her needle against the moss and the grass of the forest-like area. It was very silent in here. Almost like the very land was breathing mist. She chirped a little more. Last time she saw air ended very badly for her.

      Nonami

      6/11 04:20PM
      Stopping to eye the spot a little, she glanced around the rather dreary place. Compared to the sun filled park with pavements, lamps, streets and buildings it seemed like a remote place. “Hello?” she said again. Often there was someone to guide her, but not this time it seemed. She began walking again, making sure, that the main house was within her sight. Losing the track was always a poorly spend time. Even with all the portal coins in her poncho. She rubbed the bottom of her mask, as some moisture was condensing on it a little. She had walked a circle around the house and stopped again, tapping her needle against the moss. Maybe they had left or something. Maybe sleeping. She chirped, clenching her needle.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 04:28PM
      “I’d suggest you say out of there.” *the voice of one of the woods witches spoke from behind Nonami, coming around so she was within view. Short, blond, scrawning… she didn’t look like much, especially with that smile spread across her lips. The other two witches towering over her at her sides, however, openly glared. The blond witches eyes shined a bright pink… the other two, hues of ice and steel*

      (*stay)

      Nonami

      6/11 04:31PM
      She almost jumped as she was spoken to. She looked around, before noting the one that had spoken to her. Her needle slightly tightened by her grasp as she looked at the woman. The air was silent for the brief moment, before the smile was noticed. A friendly face, maybe? “I came to visit a..” she paused for a moment, “friend.” she finished, looking at the company she had brought with her.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 04:33PM
      *The three witches looked amongst themselves… the two bigger ones raised eyebrows, and turned to continue glaring down at Nonami. The little blond one, however, was still beaming as she tilted her head, pink eyes looking the little creature over* “You have a friend in the woods? That’s quite the… claim. Not many actually do. May I ask your friends name?”

      Nonami

      6/11 04:36PM
      She looked down for a brief moment, fiddling with her needle. Not many witches were back at the dungeon beneath Scaleria, so it may make sense to not fully know what had happened. Working with construction workers had taught her that much. “M…” she was a little intimidated. Last thing she wanted was to start a fight with those that at least worked for Micah. Especially now.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 04:38PM
      “Oh, that’s…” *pink eyes fluttered as she blinked rapidly, now that golden eyebrow raising* “…quite the interesting name.” *a smirk formed on those pouty lips* “Well… I hope you find your friend. Everything in the Woods are open to… interact with… play with?” *a shrug of those frail looking shoulders* “But this house… is the only place that is off limits. Understood? That’s Micah’s house, and after…” *The witch frowned* “…recent events, the Covens are highly protective of it. Okay?”

      Nonami

      6/11 04:42PM
      “Where is she now?” she asked to the woman that spoke, lifting her head, “Where is Micah?” she cleared it out, stepping forth. Her hands folded in fists, as determination filled her. She had to say proper goodbye. “I promises I be quicc. And good, and um…” she tried to find all the good words just to sway the witches at the best of her capability. As silly as it may seem at this point.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 04:43PM
      *And the three witches exchanged glances amongst each other… and then all three pairs of eyes were -very- focused on Nonami* “Micah is where… Delilah buried her.” *and what was that look in the golden haired witches eyes? Sorry… mixed with sympathy* “…you did hear what happened… didn’t you?”

      (*sorrow)

      Nonami

      6/11 04:46PM
      She paused for a light moment. She did not speak. A day was not nearly enough to get over the picture she saw. The great assistant that could stand her five ton punch, crushed like a cake by the creature. She mumbled something, but it was hard to hear what. She didn’t want to lie. Or be secretive. But she also was not sure if she should tell that she was there when it happened. What if they got angry? It wasn’t exactly a heroic deed to be proud of. To let someone cherished die. She just looked at her feet in shame.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 04:49PM
      “You have.” *A simple statement, not a question. But the blond witches voice had softened. A wave of her hand, and the other two witches went about… well, whatever the hell the witches of the wood did* “…I was there when it happened. There was nothing anyone could do.” *the witch dropped to her knees, a sad smile forming on pouty lips as those blazing pinks softened to their natural chocolate brown*

      Nonami

      6/11 04:53PM
      She saw the witch falling to her eye level as she eyed the woman grief. Oh if only she knew how hard it was not to succumb to this feeling of powerlessness. “I…” she did not know what to say. So she said what she could. “I didn’t see you at scary room.” she said. Maybe she had missed her somehow. But if she didn’t remember Nonami, it may be so, that she was referring to the burial. For a brief moment, she let the silence to sink in. She was not good with these situations. She had to grab her own poncho, just to remind her to stand brave and stand straight.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 04:57PM
      *The witch just smiled at Nonami, extending the silence for several long moments* “…you have full access to the Woods. Micah would have wanted that. All we ask… do not disturb her home. Okay? Other than that… explore to your hearts content. She made these Woods – so within the woods, and within-” *the witch wasn’t too sure of the creatures anatomy, but poked a finger gently at where most kept their hearts* “-here, as long as her memory lives on… she’ll never truly be dead, okay?” *and without another word, the little blond witch got to her feet, produced an elegant looking golden broom, and flew off into the woods*

      Nonami

      6/11 05:07PM
      Her eyes followed the witch. Her eyes turned to the house. Not to enter the house was the rule. Supposedly this was where she was sleeping then. She looked back at the location where the woman had flown, and chirped lightly. She walked towards the doorstep and eyed the part, right before the door. Her hand slid within her poncho, and out she pulled a small item. It was two feathers. Her most prized feathers she could find. A bright red and a black one, tied by a marble. She crouched and placed it down on the doorstep, looking up at the wooden door that separated them symbolically. “Um…” she started to speak, “I think that is what you are su… Sup..” a tough word, “Supposed to do.” she fiddled with her needle. “You helped.” she said her words. “Pee Saint, I saw how others did healy stuff on friends, as they said. I…” she paused. She really wanted to say the right words. “I am happy I got to be alone there.” she added. Whatever she meant may be an enigma, as the net words took some time. A breeze flew by them, as the feathers gently moved on the doorstep of Micah’s house. “I am happy, because you sleep as hero.” she chirped, and kneeled and fell on her side, curling up and eyeing the side of the doors. Eyeing the feathers, as she slept there. No more could she say. She just wanted to be there for a moment.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 05:10PM
      *And from various directions… a multitude of eyes blazed open… no bodies to contain them, the various hues spanning the rainbow all fell upon the little creature that had honored their late Coven Leader. They held her in regard for a moment, before sliding shut one by one. Only the pink gaze remained in the end, before sliding closed as well… another breeze sent to caress Nonami’s sleeping form*

      Nonami

      6/11 05:17PM
      Eyeing the feathers, she saw that marble may keep them in place. Minutes passed. But none would sleep by door forever. Somewhat not wanting to make the witches mad, as, well, she was somewhat playing with fire, she slowly sat up, and eyed the view from her house. It was rather nice. Like the park across the street from her desired location. She stood up and looked back at the house. Lingering just a little bit longer. The magic showcases. The stories they shared. Taking part of strange events. Dumb birdpoop wasn’t even here to pay respects. She always did drink that brown water. Tapping her needle against the way to her door, she looked back at the path before her. Just a little longer. She may not see Micah in a long time now.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 05:19PM
      *And as if summoned… there stood the emerald eyed witch. That smile was… faint. That emerald gaze glossed over and vacant. The ‘image’ flashed for a second, ‘glitching’ apparently* I’m sorry, but Micah is currently unavailable. If you’ll leave your name and message, I might remember to tell her when she returns. *and back to that vacant smiling, ‘image’ flickering*

      Nonami

      6/11 05:28PM
      Nonami literally fell back, and chirped with the pain in her rear. “What…” she was about to ask a question, before a realisation washed over her, and the woods were sounded with her joy. “Pee Saint!” she chirped, and ran to tackle the image, fully believing that some form of miracle had happened and there she stood in flesh and bone! Of course it wasn’t, but Nonami was none of the wiser, with a heathy run in, she leaped to embrace the witch that stood before her.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 05:33PM
      *And straight through that image the little creature went. ‘Micah’ still stood there, smiling stupidly, vacant gaze still lost gazing at nothing* …Do you have a message for the Mistress of the Wood?

      Nonami

      6/11 05:36PM
      “Off!” she fell on all four, before standing up, “Stop it, Pee Saint!” she said, and walked over to the image of the witch, trying to playfully punch her, “Not funny! You scarey scarey me!” she said looking up at her, only to see her glaring in the distance. She looked at where she was watching, before her hand passed through the image. She chirped and stepped back. “Stop iit!” she chirped angrily, and stomped her leg at the ground like a spoiled child. “Not funny!” she repeated.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 05:39PM
      Your message shall be given to Ms. Wintersong. *and with that, the image flickered, and disappeared… the message already forgotten*

      Nonami

      6/11 05:42PM
      “Pee Saint?” she looked around. Vanished in thin air. She did not listen to it at all. Drowning in her own delusion, she knew she had to find her. Woods. She must be in woods. Hiding. Maybe in danger? “Micah!” she yelped, as she ran into the green. Disregarding that she may get lost. Her small legs brushed against the fallen branches, as the threat of her needle followed her. “Where are you?” she chirped, and stopped to look around. Trees. Everywhere trees. She chirped, hoping for an answer. “Pee Saint!”

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 05:45PM
      *And here came that blond haired witch again… chocolate hues focused on the tiny creature* “…I’m sorry, little one. That wasn’t her. It’s… an… answering service she created. It detects visitors to the woods, and appears to take any messages people may have for Micah. We’ve… been trying to figure out how to disable it, but…” *sorrow swam in those eyes, as bare feet carried the witch more into view, taking a deep breath* “…you must have cared about your… ‘pee saint’ *a flash of confusion* very much.”

      Nonami

      6/11 05:49PM
      “No, She was there!” she did not understand magic. She did not even understand phones. She did not even know how to read! So of course it didn’t get through her head. “She is hiding! She may be troubles.” she waved her needle, yelling, “Micah!” before looking at the woman and chirping, “Why you no help?” slight desperation sounding in her voice. It was almost like experiencing the loss all over again. She was just there. Speaking to her. Playing tricks on her. A little hazy, just like when she fell asleep randomly.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 05:51PM
      *the blond witches head tilted to the side. Chocolate eyes blinked, as she gazed at the girl for a moment. Then held out her arms, beckoning Nonami over, then patted her lap to indicate for her to sit, as the witch adjusted herself to sit in the dirt with her legs cross* “Come here, child. Let’s talk for a moment.”

      Nonami

      6/11 05:54PM
      She was uneasy. Walking in circles. Looking at the witch, before chirping with light trouble. Right, deducing a plan to find her may help. No panic. That is what heroes do. “Plan, right.” she said, and once more, her words may make close to no sense at all. She sat by the witch, but she was far from being relaxed. A very odd notion from the little creature, but still. She began drawing in the moss, “Here is woods…” she started to speak, “And I saw Micah there last times.” she spoke up, of course she may be interrupted at one point, but she was all in on trying to make a Micah saving plan.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 05:56PM
      *the witches gaze still swam with sorry… not just for the child* “You know how she randomly… ‘falls asleep’, at times? One second she’s all up in your face, then she’s a crumpled heap on the ground?”

      Nonami

      6/11 06:01PM
      Nonami eyed the witch for a moment. Before it dawned on her, in her own way. “She fell asleep in woods.” She spoke and looked down at the mess she made in moss. “But I should make assistant safe.” She added and looked back at the witch with her expression hidden beneath the mask, with light chirp she leaned in and said a word she rarely spoke. It was a special word that was her only magical work she knew to speak. “Please.”

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 06:09PM
      You must be the one she called “Chirpy”. *bare feet landed gently beside the two, as the six-foot, pink-mohawked witch settled on the ground, dismounting from that violently pink broom. A wave of her hand, and the broom disappeared, and Delilah took a seat in the dirt in front of the two. The blond haired witch smiled and nodded to… well, Delilah was no longer Second. She was First. Nodding to Delilah, the other witch got to her feet, and turned to disappear into the woods* …so, how would you protect her? *Hazel gaze moved to Nonami, after returning the other witches nod*

      Nonami

      6/11 06:12PM
      She stood up, and chirped, pointing the needle at Delilah, as she eyed the one that had come. Speaking boldly and without hesitation, “I would punch the bad!” she said, and swung her needle to the side. She was not afraid now. Even if she had to fight millions of witches, she will find Micah and help her. “So tell me where Pee Saint is!” she added demandingly. Still believing the woman was out there, and dreading to make the same outcome again, she couldn’t afford the same result again.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 06:13PM
      *Hazel gaze just held the girl for a moment… before a faint smile formed on the witches lips. She got to bare feet, and held out her hand*

      Nonami

      6/11 06:15PM
      A strangers hand. She chirped lightly, stepping back, and looking up at her. The thread waving in the air so lightly as if it almost had no weight at all, as her dark eyes behind the mask looked back at her, hiding what she was thinking for a moment. She was one of the assistants. They were allies right? Reluctantly, she reached out and placed her small hand in Delilah’s. Her small fingers and palm covered in dark, almost shining exoskeleton. A pink ‘M’ engraved on the palm with cursive.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 06:21PM
      *Delilah smiled, gently wrapping her hand around the smaller one. Then slowly, bare feet guided them to the front steps of the house… which began to raise off the ground hesitantly. A brief look from those hazel eyes, and a small nod from the pink-witch, and the house settled again. She guided Nonami up the steps… and in through the door. The house was… messy. As if someone had moved in as quickly as possible and just thrown random knick knacks all over the place. And like most of Micah’s possessions – much bigger on the inside than outside. She guided Nonami down a hallway, up a flight of stairs… down another hallway, and up another flight, and down another hallway. No more stairs – at the end was a door. Delilah hesitated as she reached for the door handle… the events of the previous night flashing through her mind, but with a shake, she cleared her head, and pushed the door open. Slowly guiding Nonami into the bedroom… laid out on a bed, emerald gaze closed, hands folded over her chest… wearing that little black dress she usually hated… laid the whiskey witch. Delilah released Nonami’s hand and remained by the door… gaze vacant and lost as she stared down at her friends body, going very quiet*

      Nonami

      6/11 06:31PM
      She looked down as the feathers waved lightly as they passed. She tried to act, but then the motion of entering was made. Her small mind unable to process it all. She eyed the place that was so welcoming. Yes. She saw it as if Micah had little treasures like Nonami had. She looked to the sides as she couldn’t fully grasp the change of dimensions. But it did feel off. But the very fact that she was allowed to enter where she couldn’t was something. She looked down thinking about it. How strange it was. To feel distant and so close at the same time in this house. She followed Delilah like a child, the needle obediently lifted, so it wouldn’t knock over even the smallest thing. She looked as they had reached the door. She knew hesitation when she saw it. Those things she could understand. She looked up at the woman as she was gathered courage. As her hand was released, she looked up at Delilah. She peered in the room, and soon her words filled the room. There she was. “Pee Saint!” she chirped with glee, and ran towards her bed, landing her hands on the side of it as she leaned to the sleeping witch, “No more tricks! I found you!” she chirped. For a moment she chirped with excitement. Eyeing her friend, before turning at Delilah. “She sleeps!” she chirped with cheer and nodded, folding her hands like a know it all, “Now we wait when she wakes!” she nodded, purely believing that such will be the case. Delilah’s previous hesitation thought as fear of waking her up.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 06:35PM
      …I’m sorry, child. *And there they were again… Delilah didn’t even try to stop – or hide – the tears that were suddenly streaming down her cheeks* She’s not waking up again. Ever. *the witch had to choke out the last word… pain written across her features*

      Nonami

      6/11 06:38PM
      “Huh?” her arms fell, as she turned to see the still being in the bed, before turning back to Delilah, backing towards the bad, “No. I saw her outside! She just sleep! Right?” she turned to wrap her tiny hand by the black dress to nudge it, “Right?” She chirped with uncertainty. “I found you! You are here. Your head is better now!” she chirped. “Pinky is joking. Right?” she spoke but silence was her answer. “Right, Pee Saint?” she chirped, completely unable to accept the reality.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 06:40PM
      *Delilah just remained silent… tears still sliding down her cheeks. Some lessons… just had to be learned the hard way. Hazel gaze moved from Nonami… to her friend… and then to the ground, suddenly very interested in her toes. They needed to be repainted… a shake of her head, and it took everything within her not to fall to her knees and begin sobbing*

      Nonami

      6/11 06:44PM
      Nonami was completely in her world. “Wake up!” she chirped. In desperation she began making promises. “We drink brown water!” she chirped, trying to bring up things that she thought she may like, “I give my feathers! We can ex..” she stuttered, trying to pronounce a tough word, “Explore!” she chirped. As she tugged the dress as the needle fell on the ground, now both hands taking action of trying to wake the one lying up. “Wake up, Micah!” her small chirps filled the room, as no response was given. She couldn’t give up. She couldn’t. She made a promise to never give up.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 06:45PM
      Child… she’s dead. She’s… no longer of this world. What you’re looking at right now… is an empty husk. She’s… she’s not there. And what you saw earlier? …that was a spell she wove into the Woods. That’s not her. That’s…. *Delilah looked out the window… out towards the trees, the dirt, the soil, the moss, the rocks….* That’s the last thing she left us all. A piece of her in the form of Wintersong Wood. When you see that flickering image of her? That’s the Woods. Not her.

      I’m sorry *voice barely above a whisper* …she’s gone.

      Nonami

      6/11 06:49PM
      Silence filled the filled the room. The most eerie silence there could be, in the couple moments it seemed to last forever. Like an eternity, as she looked down, once Delilah had spoken. Then she spoke. “I know…” she said, and looked at Delilah with a turn of her head that clearly showed grief and anger. “I KNOW!” she chirped, and looked own at her hands. “I just…” she couldn’t finish as her hands trembled. Once more she couldn’t cry. Not because she wouldn’t. She couldn’t, she had no means to cry. Silently she shook, before letting the dress go with her trembling hands, as they again fell by her sides.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 06:51PM
      *Delilah turned her gaze to watch… then slowly lowered herself to her knees, and held her arms out towards the child. The smile offered was weak at best, and now the tears… were really flowing*

      …there’s nothing left to do but honor her memory. *she continued to hold her arms out… voice choked with emotion, her features… a war of emotions. Mostly forms of sorrow and sadness… mixed with hints of anger* …mourn the dead, but fight like hell for the living.

      Nonami

      6/11 06:56PM
      The motion made her notice as she turned her head. She barely knew these things. She saw the face of Delilah’s. The tears that she did not understand. Tears she herself never witnessed coming from herself. She looked to the side of the bed, as she spoke. She looked back at Delilah, and spoke up. “I never give up.” she said, before she walked forth, and landed her small hands around Delilah’s neck, and puling her light body to her, as the cold mask touched the warm cheek. She said, “Because I am a hero. Like her.” she added. She was shaking. But now she felt almost like a responsibility to be strong. She wasn’t the only one missing Micah.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 06:59PM
      *And for a brief moment, the witch… let down her defenses, and completely fell apart. Sobs wracking her body, as she gently held that tiny body close… but after a moment, she regained her composure. This wasn’t how the new ‘Coven Leader’ should be acting… her new position required strength. A strength she wasn’t really sure she had* …I’m happy to find that someone cared about her as much as I did. You can…. remain here as long as you want. Pay your respect, I’m… *hazel gaze found that lifeless form… and before the tears could begin falling again, the pink witch gently set Chirpy down, then got to her feet… and out the door she went*

      Nonami

      6/11 07:06PM
      She watched Delilah go. For a moment she eyed the door way, before turning towards her friend. She felt a little stronger. More in piece knowing that she wouldn’t have to burden Micah’s memory alone in a way. She walked by her and looked down at the pale face. Her eyes slid down to watch how she was dressed. Black as night. Her glance tossed to side, to see how she lived. A contrast. Her light voice spoke up, “Your house is big.” she said, and looked back at Micah. It felt strange. She knew she wasn’t there, and still. She wanted to speak to her. “Um…” it felt a little awkward. Usually Micah did say something in turn. She looked back at the doorway. She wasn’t certain if Delilah was alright, but in others house she should be polite, she looked back, “Pinky really likes you.” she say. “Birdpoop, however!” she pouted, “Baldy never came!” she chirped in protest, and shook her head, lifting her hand, bragging again, “Really what was the dum dummy fartsy thinking…” she looked down, and chirped. “I forgot feathers by the door!” she said, “A gift!” she nodded. She had time right? Delilah said so. “I be back! Don’t go anywhere!” What a silly thing to say. But it almost felt as if Micah was right there. She ran through the door, forgetting her needle by Micah. A thing she rarely did, or should do. Small legs ran down the stairs, navigating her way.

      Nonami

      6/11 07:12PM
      By the doorstep she found the feathers, and picked them up, looking up at the woods, before turning back and running back up the stairs. “Up, then, there…” she chirped. It was a big house inside. But her focus was on the gift. She chirped, as she made her way back to the room, almost falling by the bed, before revealing the feathers with a chirp. “You know…” she chirped, as she placed them on Micah’s stomach. “Because.” she stood up and looked to the side. “Don’t get funny ideas.” she said. No this didn’t work out well. She looked down at her needle and picked it up. As long as she want, right? She looked at Micah, and eyed the room later. Her mind filled with words ‘How would you protect her?’ She silently walked towards the wall by the door and sat don, placing the needle so that it rested on her shoulder and eyed the bed. Now she didn’t speak. Just watched. Sooner or later she may fall asleep. But so, she did stay. As long as she wanted.

      Delilah Watson

      6/11 07:16PM
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      Nonami

      04:52AM
      The dust was dancing in the room, as she rose her head. A strange dream she had. Not often did she see those. There was a park. They both sat and ate ice cream, as creatures of fantastic kinds walked pass them, slowly losing their shape, to take their appearance of horrifying abominations. As she had looked at Micah, she began to melt, before the little being woke up. “Dream.” she said to herself, and with a chirp she stood up, throwing eyes at the lifeless body on the bed. She indeed was dead, wasn’t she? ‘Leave the dead behind.’ she recalled someone screaming in the event. She walked by it, eyeing the feathers still on the stomach of Micah. Silently she glanced at the face one last time. She had to tend to her duties. Promises to workers. Lucien. Hopes to show her work to Cain, Kaler. Others that she hadn’t met in long time. She nodded, “Later, Pee Saint.” and with a light turn she walked towards the door. Tracing her steps down the stair, she looked at the items that showed how she had lived. Every little thing teaching her, that even a knowing witch had her little impulses. With a light touch, she slid her hand down the railing as she walked. Which was over her head level.

      Nonami

      05:05AM
      She stopped to eye the main room. It was hard not to be interested in how she lived. Her small steps lead her to possibly a living room. She eyed the location, as it did not seem too impressive. But it was nice nevertheless. She eyed it, imagining how she may have sat and chatted with her guests. Still afraid to touch things, so they don’t fall out of place. If ever she does come back, it might become very awkward to find explanations. It was one thing to do things, when a person was present, and later ask questions. This would feel more like thievery. She shook her head and turned to walk towards the main exit. It felt like an indulgence. Her legs landed on the door step, as the air washed over her. The woods, still silent as they often were. She glanced back one more time. Maybe one day she will meet this Delilah person. She did look like she needed some help. Maybe Micah would have wanted that she helped. With a light chirp she swung her blade and ran off forwards to the Scaleria city, to build for the future, whilst remembering the past. Running, as walking would only make her linger.

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