He was shocked, and impressed, she’d been able to source any kind of intangible ethers out amidst the scene, but his quick glance to where she pulled reeds aside left him shrugging his shoulders. “Good find. Might as well try it,” and he concentrated on lifting, pulling, tugging at the air around them, until they were lifted from the plants and edges of the embankment. If they could present and provide such objects to the ghost, perhaps it would be enough; but from a safer span in case things went awry.
They managed to shift and churn about in his mastered incantations, long enough to hover before the wraith. “These?” He rumbled, grimacing all the while, while the woman felt around for the spectral filaments, as her hand came to grasp the otherwise delicate and insubstantial webbings in a silent ”Oh…”. He had no inclination of watching to see if she simply shoved them back in, and instead searched the skies, the surroundings for more phantoms – of the very young variety.
After a few moments, his jaw jutted towards a few close to the water – already setting him on edge again. “What about there?” He whispered to Kiada, hoping she could see them too.
They managed to shift and churn about in his mastered incantations, long enough to hover before the wraith. “These?” He rumbled, grimacing all the while, while the woman felt around for the spectral filaments, as her hand came to grasp the otherwise delicate and insubstantial webbings in a silent ”Oh…”. He had no inclination of watching to see if she simply shoved them back in, and instead searched the skies, the surroundings for more phantoms – of the very young variety.
After a few moments, his jaw jutted towards a few close to the water – already setting him on edge again. “What about there?” He whispered to Kiada, hoping she could see them too.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
