cousins make the best friends

The silken tones of the other fae catch Delphi by surprise. Though she is nose deep within the plants, she is quick to withdraw, turning to look the other matriarch over. Familiar lines and size, Delphi is curious. A gentle smirk lines her dual colored lips, nodding softly in acknowledgment before turning back to the plant. Reaching a paw out, she trails a toe along one of the vines that begins to creep up a nearby tree.

"I must shop for myself these days as I can't seem to find someone I entrust to not kill themselves along the way," Delphi muses, her sharpened toenail quickly slicing a leaf from the vine and holding it precariously between her toes as she turns back to the woman. "Am I right to assume that you are the one soon to claim this grove?" Her head tilts lightly, mischief dancing in her eyes as she watches Scylla carefully.

"Delphi"