Perhaps the ghost had been overcome with silence for a variety of reasons. Grief, an understandable quandary that drifted in amongst the emotions no matter living or not. Contentment, maybe because it had been her children…or some other overlapping notions he couldn’t quite fathom – and he glanced to Kiada again, shrugging his shoulders in an echo of motions, but following along in case.
From there though, the phantom seemed to lunge, a movement fast and swift compared to her other slinking motions form before. Not towards them, out of disdain or misery, but some sentiments like hope, dashing across the rest of the grounds and headed straight for the filaments hastening around in lantern lights and wonder. She didn’t give any indication except for the sudden onslaught of emotion – happiness, glee, some kind of satisfaction in the midst, a guttural outcry sparked by reunion, rather than abandonment.
And he drew in one more long breath, shaking his head, as they all began to dissipate and disappear. “Take that as a yes, I suppose.”
From there though, the phantom seemed to lunge, a movement fast and swift compared to her other slinking motions form before. Not towards them, out of disdain or misery, but some sentiments like hope, dashing across the rest of the grounds and headed straight for the filaments hastening around in lantern lights and wonder. She didn’t give any indication except for the sudden onslaught of emotion – happiness, glee, some kind of satisfaction in the midst, a guttural outcry sparked by reunion, rather than abandonment.
And he drew in one more long breath, shaking his head, as they all began to dissipate and disappear. “Take that as a yes, I suppose.”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
