PETER
The day had started like any other, and Peter found himself going through it like any other. Enjoying the weak sunlight, hoping the looming clouds would break and bring rain, and slogging through the mud. It was simple, and quietly enjoyable. Not the kind of day for seeing ghosts, though was there ever really a kind of day for it?
Peter had been about to change the direction of his steps, to head towards the manor and maybe spend some time with Loren, something he'd been doing more of lately, when a voice came from behind him. A voice that ran down his spine, chilling him and making him straighten all at once. He turned, slowly, as if the person behind him might change if he took long enough, but no. After a moment of silence, the little colour in his face draining away, he bent in half, an awkward bow, and stayed low.
"Hello Zariah." He answered softly, afraid to say anything else, afraid to even rise until she gave him permission, though his arm did move to hold the bag at his hip steady.
Peter had been about to change the direction of his steps, to head towards the manor and maybe spend some time with Loren, something he'd been doing more of lately, when a voice came from behind him. A voice that ran down his spine, chilling him and making him straighten all at once. He turned, slowly, as if the person behind him might change if he took long enough, but no. After a moment of silence, the little colour in his face draining away, he bent in half, an awkward bow, and stayed low.
"Hello Zariah." He answered softly, afraid to say anything else, afraid to even rise until she gave him permission, though his arm did move to hold the bag at his hip steady.
and our memories defeat us
and I’ll end this duress
and I’ll end this duress
