"You are not my consort," Sapori said to Mira. "I am your student. Teach me the ghosts in your notebook. Teach me the taste of loss, of hope, of the mundane. That is the only exclusivity I desire now."
And so, the Delicia Deity abdicated her perfect throne. She became the silent, second pair of hands in a tiny noodle shop in Veridia. The gods above searched for her in vain, while below, a former goddess learned to burn her fingers on a hot stove, to weep over a failed dough, and to finally understand the profound, messy, irreplaceable flavor of being alive. delicia deity exclusive