04-28-2008, 11:08 PM
Greg looked back then, knowing it was just cruel to keep someone in the darkness. And none of the more... terrifying spirits as it were were visible. None of the ones that would cause her nightmares. Well, unless he himself counted. He sighed a slight, as though inwardly debating what he was about to do next. "...You can open them," he told her.
What she would have seen at first, or perhaps noted, were the threads, those thin now golden threads that Greg held from his fingertips. Perhaps she would have noted Greg didn't seem completely solid, only mostly, as though looking at a very fogged up mirror. This spirit, however, Greg was sure was harmless. He walked over closer.
This was one, he would admit, he had never spoken with. Because he had deemed it harmless, he had not sought out its story, merely allowed it to lurk here without contact. Was that in itself wrong? "Forgive my intrusion... but what brings you to tears?" he asked the spirit, continuing his walk forward. His tone wasn't harsh, but it sure wasn't soft either. It was merely asking an answer, and it held a strange tone that made it sound ghost-like as well. Had he even actually seen this spirit's form before? He didn't believe so...
((Im guessing youd like to introduce the ghosteh :P))
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