09-17-2019, 08:01 PM
Delilah Evergarden
tanglewood | 32 m/o | femme | dark faerie
tanglewood | 32 m/o | femme | dark faerie
Delilah once felt the fuzziness of amnesia, the hiding of memories due to trauma. The voices of the past ringing in her head, the very words of her mother echoing in the back of her mind ever constantly. However, she had found ways to stop it- such a feat needed sacrifice. Sacrifice, and pain, and remembering the past. Accepting it.
She couldn't fix the murder of her people. Couldn't stop it.
But she accepted it.
Delilah didn't know how she found herself seeking the sound of clanmates talking, but when she heard Roy and Wormwood, and.. Leroy.. She had made her way over and settled down, head tilting to listen to the conversation. She could smell the salt water, but couldn't really deduct much until a towel was spoken of, and Wormwood worried over Roy. Of course, as a mother herself, she didn't blame Wormwood for worrying.
"Something to keep him warm while he dries, as well.. I don't want him catching a cold.."
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