Ghost Walk

Ashe monster, monster under my bed, come out and play cause I need a friend.    Ashe's brows rose. Calling for lost souls? Her neck prickled just a bit, and her arms wrapped over themselves against the chill air snaking over her still sweat-damp skin. She had been summoned by his song, unable to resist it, and it was uncomfortably fitting. "That's... noble," she answered before biting the inside of her lip.    Mist and fog closed in around them once more, and her senses expanded on instinct, her sense of smell sharpening, her eyes bleeding just a little more gold. Jigano's scent was becoming rapidly familiar, but there was something... different. Off. Her nostrils flared gently, trying to pick it apart as his pale lantern became their only true source of light, the fog curling in ghostly wisps between the pair.    A half smile flickered on her face, huffing. "No messages tonight, sage," she answered. "No work at all." In truth, she was struggling to figure out where to even begin on being a messenger now. In Northaven, the job had been waiting, assigned the position before she had even gone with second wave. Now it would take networking, a muscle she hadn't worked in some time.    She let out a heavy breath and stepped closer to a more appropriate range for conversation, her eyes drawn momentarily to his lantern. Typically she knew that light in the dark blinded her to whatever lay just outside of it. Tonight, it soothed some of the nerves still crackling under her skin. "I don't sleep well," she confessed. Not alone, anyways. "Running helps, and I don't wake anyone if I'm in the ruins." She swallowed and looked out into the mist and fog, the dark shapes of crumbling stone just barely visible in the dark. "Do you find lost souls often out here?" you're so damn close that I feel your breath. you're the only one I have left.