The sound of the door bursting open caught the woman’s attention, causing her to pause in her writing. Her yellowish green eyes flickered to the creature that had invaded their space. Of course he had to show up. At Bazel’s comment about no one being dead or at least not yet Turquoise could feel herself stiffen slightly. What a laughable thought. There was always someone dead or dying somewhere within this world. Diamond’s remark was almost as laughable, at least it was in her opinion. She knew most of the others didn’t see death the same way she did.

The woman kept her emotions in check knowing Bazel was trying to prompt some kind of reaction out of them. “One should not speak lightly of ill of the dead, the dying or death.” The expression she wore was serious as she spoke before attempting to return to her writing. She wished that the mischievous spirit hadn’t pushed her into this room earlier.