Urna suddenly went still, even her tentacles pausing as the words had left his mouth. In an instant, it seemed that Delta had broken her, and for several moments he couldn't understand why. Subconsciously, dark eyes flicked to the haunting glow of her chest as it pulsed with her breath, and Loch's words from the cove came back to him. Verdantis worshipped Ohr, and he had referred to Tsillah. He'd forgotten, and a fresh wave of anxiety crashed over him as he parsed her face for any change in expression. She was just...still; like an eel preparing to strike.
Confusion and fear flitted across his expression. Was she angry? She wasn't snarling like before. Her initial charge had frightened him, yes, but it had seemed that after, they had been conversing much nicer than he'd assumed any agent of Ohr to be. Would that change now that she knew Delta did not sway towards his favor?
The little cat almost wanted to ask her why, and what she saw in the God, but self-preservation prevailed over curiosity. She continued to speak, but the air between them felt charged now, and Delta wished to himself that he could have swallowed his words back down and continue the conversation as they had before. He nodded slowly, but his thoughts were not focused on the land and water she spoke of. Only then did Delta realize the fur along his spine had spiked as his thoughts raced, and self-consciously he willed it to flatten as he considered how he could fix this.
He opened his mouth again; to do what? He wasn't sure. Apologize? Maybe--but Urna set a clear end to the conversation. Sadness flashed across his gaze, but he pushed it aside and nodded again.
"O-oh, alright!" Delta hesitantly meowed, flowers long-forgotten as he shuffled backwards further into the water. His ears lifted slightly at the mention of calling for her by name if he visited again, and a tiny sliver of relief found its way into the mess of panic in his chest. Perhaps he hadn't upset her too greatly, then? Even if her final statement felt uncomfortably foreboding. The little cat gave a weak smile and shuffled backwards until the river was high enough to carry his fins again, hooking his front claws into the bank so that he didn't float away as he watched her depart.
"Ah, it was--ah, it was nice to meet you, Urna," he called out after her. "Please, take care."
In a blink, he was gone beneath the waves again.
Confusion and fear flitted across his expression. Was she angry? She wasn't snarling like before. Her initial charge had frightened him, yes, but it had seemed that after, they had been conversing much nicer than he'd assumed any agent of Ohr to be. Would that change now that she knew Delta did not sway towards his favor?
The little cat almost wanted to ask her why, and what she saw in the God, but self-preservation prevailed over curiosity. She continued to speak, but the air between them felt charged now, and Delta wished to himself that he could have swallowed his words back down and continue the conversation as they had before. He nodded slowly, but his thoughts were not focused on the land and water she spoke of. Only then did Delta realize the fur along his spine had spiked as his thoughts raced, and self-consciously he willed it to flatten as he considered how he could fix this.
He opened his mouth again; to do what? He wasn't sure. Apologize? Maybe--but Urna set a clear end to the conversation. Sadness flashed across his gaze, but he pushed it aside and nodded again.
"O-oh, alright!" Delta hesitantly meowed, flowers long-forgotten as he shuffled backwards further into the water. His ears lifted slightly at the mention of calling for her by name if he visited again, and a tiny sliver of relief found its way into the mess of panic in his chest. Perhaps he hadn't upset her too greatly, then? Even if her final statement felt uncomfortably foreboding. The little cat gave a weak smile and shuffled backwards until the river was high enough to carry his fins again, hooking his front claws into the bank so that he didn't float away as he watched her depart.
"Ah, it was--ah, it was nice to meet you, Urna," he called out after her. "Please, take care."
In a blink, he was gone beneath the waves again.