With the man's thanks, Alys simply nodded, and the conversation moved on to other things. In truth, she was relieved that time had passed since his mother's death; she would have felt worse if the wound had been fresh and raw, and her unable to offer any semblance of comfort. Some Seers claimed to speak with the dead, but she was not among them; and besides, her newfound companion didn't seem like the type to take part in such activities (although you know what they say about assumptions, and Alys had been wrong plenty of times before).
She listened carefully as the man described his 'spooks,' peering out over the landscape as though, if she tried hard enough, she might see them for herself. The daemon didn't much bother her; harmless ghosts of companions might be inspiration for her artwork, after all. But the thought of encountering an enera or a villi... she wasn't afraid of the concepts, but of running into one? Let's just say she'd rather not test out her newfound skill with a bow on the undead.
"It must be difficult, to be trapped in such a form," she mused aloud. "I believe I'd take a clean death over such an existence."
She listened carefully as the man described his 'spooks,' peering out over the landscape as though, if she tried hard enough, she might see them for herself. The daemon didn't much bother her; harmless ghosts of companions might be inspiration for her artwork, after all. But the thought of encountering an enera or a villi... she wasn't afraid of the concepts, but of running into one? Let's just say she'd rather not test out her newfound skill with a bow on the undead.
"It must be difficult, to be trapped in such a form," she mused aloud. "I believe I'd take a clean death over such an existence."
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane
