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Silent as one would expect of a graveyard. The leaves of the bushes rustle, and out she bounds! Not a wolf, but one with a similar strength and energy. ~ Yet another elf! Or half-elf... pity that I can't tell the difference from a glance. ~ The spirited and unlined face defying something... what could it be? ~ She jerks back, horridly fascinated by the new discovery ~ She's dead! ~ She inhales deeply, attempting to steady her alarmed heart ~ Who is she, anyway?
Her eyes dart down towards the intruder's bare ankle ~ Some marking... ~ In a flash, she remembers her own scar, inflicted by Serephine ~ A scythe... Nightblade family...
"What is it mummy?" ~ Her puzzlement shows on her inexperienced face ~ She glances to see an older version of the child ghost ~ Gods, just how many of them are there, anyway?! ~ But the elder is now speaking, and she strains her ears to listen to the conversation.
"That's your sister, Iris. I was telling you about her before." ~ Sister? ~ ~ Her gaze remains transfixed on the child, guessing the nature of this gathering ~ Hero-worship suffuses across Iris' greyish countenance, replaced by a wide smile ~ "Hello Chani!"
Just as I thought... ~ She turns, her earlier suspicions confirmed ~ Spree...
Suddenly, the images begin to flit by. A third ghost... male and fully grown... ~ Cyrus Nightblade! ... Cyrus and Spree walking off to a lake... blurred images... nothingness.
~ END OF VISION ~
With a soft cry, she acknowledges the break in contact. Unable to decipher whether the prevalent emotion is that of relief or disappointment. Her eyes flutter open, not knowing what to expect.
A blink. She freezes. Larry appears to be undergoing some trance, as well...
[ 01-05-2002: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]
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