He watched, uncertain again, as the wraiths persisted amongst the ethers. Following slowly and carefully behind her, his gaze caught the filaments as they meandered around the edge of the riverbank – only to see they didn’t appear human or toddler-like at all. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be wispy tendrils of other animals, pulsing along until they bobbed out of sight, and came back in once more moments later.
Though he wasn’t sure if the ghost could see any better with her newfound, and still not alive, eyes, the wraith’s features altered and changed the moment she seemed to pinpoint upon the trail of filaments too. ”No,” she sighed, and it sounded like it was nearly a whimper – still lingering on the thresholds of hope.
“Do you see any others then?” The Sword whispered to the Harpy, beginning to walk further down the embankment too, dreading that they might be close to the river for a variety of reasons.
Though he wasn’t sure if the ghost could see any better with her newfound, and still not alive, eyes, the wraith’s features altered and changed the moment she seemed to pinpoint upon the trail of filaments too. ”No,” she sighed, and it sounded like it was nearly a whimper – still lingering on the thresholds of hope.
“Do you see any others then?” The Sword whispered to the Harpy, beginning to walk further down the embankment too, dreading that they might be close to the river for a variety of reasons.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
