12-06-2020, 06:10 AM
CAUSE EVEN BLOOD WILL RUN, LIKE THE TEARS OF A SAINT !
It had been a good thing, more or less, that she hadn't witnessed Aurum getting injured. There was a horrid sense of distress and weakness that came with seeing something that you knew you very well couldn't do jack or shit about. And it had nothing to her being a ghost either, though it certainly didn't help. Everyone was so much stronger than she was, and it had always been that way. Even if she was still flesh and bone, she wouldn't have stood a chance. A repeat of her getting her ass kicked several times over would have been in order, and more injuries that were nowhere close to honorable would have just been more stress and more work. More shame.
At the same time, there was a nagging sense that the meeting gone awry could have been one of the events that strongly contributed to her quite literal spiritual awakening. The threat to the grounds woke her the fuck up, the presence of blood on the ground must have knocked her ass back into full gear. Speaking of, she wondered if her old home was still in tact, made into sanctuary for someone who needed it more than she did, or just vacant and rotting away. Maybe she'd look eventually, but she knew it would sting either way.
"Wasn't it marigold or somethin'?" No audible steps announced her presence in the area, specifically closer to the edge of the wooden porch, but that was only because she hadn't walked up there in full view. She was just...there. The light of midday caused a nearly shimmering effect when the rays caught her directly, like sunlight bouncing off the water. It could have been fascinating enough, if not offset by the ever present strangeness that was being able to almost see completely through her. In any case, she looked in decently better shape than when her soul first emerged from the depths of the marshland.
Arrow shifted from sitting upright to laying on her stomach, tucking her paws under her chest like a ghostly little loaf of a cat, as if she wasn't a dead woman just lounging about. Fake it 'til you make it. "You'd think I'd memorize a few with how many times i've been injured. I'm surprised no one beat me with their plant stack." If she'd made it a little longer, her money was on driving Delilah crazy. Deep down, she wondered where the pink girl she'd called her best friend had gone. Dead, lost, some other manner of just not being here. Not that she blamed her, she'd been dead for much too long. It just felt terrible she didn't get to talk to her one last time. She violently shook her head, like she meant to shake out the memories. They were beyond gone, and Aurum was here, him and the rest of Tanglewood. If there was any reason to still be walking around out of place now, it was to at the very least watch over who was still alive. And if she couldn't actively help him with his injuries, she could at least just give him the indication that she was still concerned.
It had been a good thing, more or less, that she hadn't witnessed Aurum getting injured. There was a horrid sense of distress and weakness that came with seeing something that you knew you very well couldn't do jack or shit about. And it had nothing to her being a ghost either, though it certainly didn't help. Everyone was so much stronger than she was, and it had always been that way. Even if she was still flesh and bone, she wouldn't have stood a chance. A repeat of her getting her ass kicked several times over would have been in order, and more injuries that were nowhere close to honorable would have just been more stress and more work. More shame.
At the same time, there was a nagging sense that the meeting gone awry could have been one of the events that strongly contributed to her quite literal spiritual awakening. The threat to the grounds woke her the fuck up, the presence of blood on the ground must have knocked her ass back into full gear. Speaking of, she wondered if her old home was still in tact, made into sanctuary for someone who needed it more than she did, or just vacant and rotting away. Maybe she'd look eventually, but she knew it would sting either way.
"Wasn't it marigold or somethin'?" No audible steps announced her presence in the area, specifically closer to the edge of the wooden porch, but that was only because she hadn't walked up there in full view. She was just...there. The light of midday caused a nearly shimmering effect when the rays caught her directly, like sunlight bouncing off the water. It could have been fascinating enough, if not offset by the ever present strangeness that was being able to almost see completely through her. In any case, she looked in decently better shape than when her soul first emerged from the depths of the marshland.
Arrow shifted from sitting upright to laying on her stomach, tucking her paws under her chest like a ghostly little loaf of a cat, as if she wasn't a dead woman just lounging about. Fake it 'til you make it. "You'd think I'd memorize a few with how many times i've been injured. I'm surprised no one beat me with their plant stack." If she'd made it a little longer, her money was on driving Delilah crazy. Deep down, she wondered where the pink girl she'd called her best friend had gone. Dead, lost, some other manner of just not being here. Not that she blamed her, she'd been dead for much too long. It just felt terrible she didn't get to talk to her one last time. She violently shook her head, like she meant to shake out the memories. They were beyond gone, and Aurum was here, him and the rest of Tanglewood. If there was any reason to still be walking around out of place now, it was to at the very least watch over who was still alive. And if she couldn't actively help him with his injuries, she could at least just give him the indication that she was still concerned.