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Taking a few steps away into the half-light of the torch, the men quickly added the treasures to their hoard while Elly took stock of her own emotions. Truthfully, she saw the world in a very complete way- people were physical things with physical needs- food, healing, comfort, and sex. It was all very simple. All you needed to do was to learn how to provide those for the people you care about, and life was good. But when it came to matters of the spirit, of magic, and of scary things like curses and souls- it scared her badly. At least the spirits of the dead she understood, though she pitied the poor things.
It was just about then when, out of thin air, an apparition appeared before Elly with a soundless whisper. She looked at it with a start- she could see straight through it and it seemed an illusion, a figment of her imagination, but it was <span class="mu-i">there</span>. Much like the quiet ghost girl from before, she did not want to say anything at all, lest she break the spell from the tiny breeze created from her breath. The spirit seemed then to make a hollow noise as it spoke lowly- Elly frozen as she saw the stretch marks along each of the spirit's limbs and neck- its unnaturally long arms reaching outwards.
<span class="mu-i">“Is it... someone new? You are not as the other four... No, she is <span class="mu-s">new!</span>”</span>
