Role

Chapter 5

Looking upon the statue, Delilah was awestruck. It was the perfect likeness
of Voralia. Standing tall in the dark shrine it was so iconic that she
noticed it actually did inspire light to flood the chamber. So arrogant was
it's virtuosity that it physically glowed. Everything about her had an air of
perfection - she was like a paragon of idealism itself. A single hand was up
in a position of salutation while her nose was held equally high in disdain.
At least, from Delilah's height that's what it looked like. A second hand
held her shield wide of her hilt so as to appear open yet threatening. Then
it blinked and looked down. Delilah jumped back and yelped.

'Oh, sorry for staring. I thought you were a statue.'
Voralia chuckled, then hesitated. "I've been wanting to meet you for a while Delilah."
'Okay, but there better be cake.'

True to her word, Voralia produced the bribe from behind her shrine. A small
tray of sweet rolls and buttered breads. Delilah had been starving and rarely
had fine sweet treats like this. She began munching through them then
realised she'd forgotten to feed her followers. She glanced at the nearest
dolly, then threw it a buttered roll. It hit the dead giant's cheek, and slid
slowly down it's stoic, lifeless features. Delilah had forgotten to command
them to move.

"Your mother and father are worried about you girl. They want to know what
you're doing. I said I would speak on their behalf."
That made Delilah stop and wipe her chin. Her pudgey, child like cheeks
rotated a few times and then she swallowed to clear them. She didn't like
mention of her father. Even worse that her mother and father had been
colluding. She considered this as she eyed the Lady Voralia.

'I'm happy. I've got my dollies and my toys and friends. I just want mummy to
get better. Is she okay?'
Voralia seemed confused "Is she ill, Delilah? What's wrong with her?"
Delilah herself didn't know. Something was wrong with her mummy but she
didn't understand the situation at all. The more she thought about it, the
more she felt like an outsider to the family already. She didn't run away to
get rejected! She was hiding to protect the family. To protect the kiddies.
The way Voralia spoke it's as if her parents had forgotten. She didn't like
this. There would have to be serious consequences. No one would make her feel
odd.