The Sentinels fairy blue, it is only for you that i would crush the stars

while another walks through, uncertain of the spirits and magicks that the forest holds, dalia does the same. but she does so confidently. 

dalia had never been taught of a magick before, and though ford might have mentioned it, she'd never put much thought into it. to the sweet pearl, this was just a charred forest-- holding much beneath it's surface than ash and dust. it was growing, slowly, one day it would be at it's former glory. ford claimed they would not be alive to see it, but dalia hoped one day her children would see it. or her grand-children. the forest was a sign of hope to dalia, somehow, so she walked through it quite proudly.

she spots the pale sylph not too far off. like herself, she is easy to spot amongst the dark forest. her seafoam eyes light up, tail waving. she'd not met anyone unkind in these parts just yet, naively, she assumed this conversation would be no different. 

"hello?" she called out, pale crown dipping to one side.