Completed Dances With Ghosts (Shalita)

[Viszragoneszh]

Dances With Ghosts 6th day of Fall, 514 The rain was glorious. A celebration of moisture. Goneszh never could get enough of it. He suspected that the citizens hereabouts did not appreciate Makutsi as they should, thinking the rain just "happened", and merited no honor to the goddess responsible for it. He shrugged, supposing that this was the reason for the floods that he'd heard were fairly common occurrences in this part of the world. Normally, he did his Raindance, to honor The Goddess, in his Iyvess Dhani form. But the racial breakdown of this city did not promise his efforts to be rewarded with anything resembling tolerance. He'd heard there was a Dhani family of considerable power here. But they were "Constrictor" types. The thought gave him an unpleasant clench to his stomach. If there was ever a race more detrimental to the acceptance of Dhanis throughout the world, it had to be those arrogant brutes. After them came the Svefra, pretenders to the worship of Laviku, the father of his race. One could only hope the land-borne Dhani would swallow the Svefra, and then choke to death on them. Of course that still left the other humans, decent enough folk, until they got a taste of power. Then you'd better stand aside while they "reordered" things to be more "productive". And any that were crushed in the process were expected to be glad to have aided the greater good with their elimination. He'd seen it in every city he'd traveled to; in varying degrees, admittedly, but the basic attitude was the same. It was not that Iyvess were not the same, but they did not deceive themselves, or others, with notions of altruism. It was every Dhani for themself. Goneszh did not believe he would go three days here before he heard one of the Dynasty members state something about slaves "deserving no better", or "being glad not to have the responsibilities WE have". Goneszh sneered at this recurring theme, wishing he had a miza for every time he'd heard it. "Perhaps I could use those mizas to bribe the official to hurry up with the house at The Terrace." He muttered. It was representative to him of the very protest on which he was brooding that he HAD to get a home at The Terrace or get out. He shook his head with self-disgust. He was letting it get to him again. 'What, do you think you're going to change the world? You employ your own deception, letting everyone think you're a Benshiran so you can fit in more easily. You're going to try to make things as comfortable for yourself as you can, and you neither DO, nor SHOULD, feel bad about it. If you were on top, would you go around apologizing to all those beneath you?' he scolded himself. But he knew where his distrust of those in power came from. He honestly did believe that if he held power, he would wield it without hesitation, but not cruelly. Not the way it had been wielded against his mother and he. But he was wasting time with this pointless reverie. He stepped out into the courtyard of the Traveler's Complex, and attempted his Raindance. Without the extended Dhani tail, he lacked the secure balance that allowed for a more smooth gyration. The counter-balanced windmilling of his arms to represent the roiling development of clouds, the lifting of his hands to finalize the condensation, and the final sprinkling down of his "raindrop" fingertips as he turned to beseech the winds of Zulrav to speed the rain on its way, made him feel the presence of his goddess. But he felt also her amused disappointment in his inefficient human form. Or was it someone else...? He looked around, thinking he saw a spirit flicker out of visibility. 'That was quick.' he marveled as he slowly approached the spot where he thought he'd seen her.

[Shalita Farlay]

Shalita had begun to think that ever since she had become a ghost, things had become much difficult, especially seeing as she didn’t have to do any human activities such as keep a job or act like a lady. In fact she didn’t even need to worry about the bodily functions such as eating, drinking and sleeping. Such things one might consider a blessing if only it had happened under better circumstances. The woman, stood in the courtyard of the Traveller’s Complex, the rain falling down and through her form, the rain drops falling to splash upon the cobblestone. Her blue eyes watched them as she delved into thoughts, thoughts and memories that plagued her and it had only grown worse when she had ran into a childhood friend. A friend that she had basically grown up with, a friend that she had swiped food off of her family’s table for, a friend that had left her behind in Zeltiva with a broken heart. His appearance here in Kenash had brought back emotions, emotions that she never thought she would ever feel again. A sigh fell across her lips as she held out a hand to watch the rain drops fall through it, a sight that she was beginning to get used to.

She would then use that hand to sweep her black locks back and her gaze spotted something. Well, more like someone as they exited the traveller’s complex. Angling her head she watched as they seemed to start doing a dance of some kind. A dance in the rain? She asked herself slightly amused as his balanced seemed off, a dance that wasn’t as smooth as it should be. Well, she felt that it was supposed to be a little smoother, but it was kind of amusing watching this male attempt to do this dance, whatever dance that was. For the most part, his back was to her, except for the moment that he decided to look around. Using a technique she had begun to use more often, she simply blinked, her form disappearing from her original spot and reappearing on the opposite side of the male and she drifted backwards away from him. She didn’t exactly know who he was, but she was reserved about showing herself to him. The ghost didn’t know him and recently she had someone appear back into her life, one that used to know her when she was alive. What if this was someone that she knew and once she got close enough to them, she would suddenly recognize them?

However, as she watched him approach the spot where she had last been, she realized that his movements did not jog her memory of anyone familiar, seeing as in her past life, she had been pretty observant. Her father had taught her that when he checked the rigging on a ship, something that she had eventually wanted to do herself. Something that she was no longer able to do, who would want a ghost haunting their ship? Her gaze silently slid over the male’s form as she shook her head a little, he was most definitely someone that she didn’t recognize. So how did he realize that she was even there? Most people didn’t really pay attention to her, until they walked straight through her. This man however… Almost seemed to sense that she had been there, otherwise, how did he know she had been there when his back had been turned? She remained silent for a time before she decided to talk, after all, she didn’t get many people that actually paid attention to her presence. ”You’re a very curious man,” She finally called out from behind him.
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[Viszragoneszh]

The presence was no longer where Goneszh had sensed. He felt it to have circled around, but he could not tell right away if it had completed the circle or stopped halfway to take up position behind him. But his hearing, subdued as it was in human form, was still good enough to hear the voice address him. ”You’re a very curious man,” Now, if only his reactions could have been quick enough to prevent the twitch of startled surprise. He nodded a sort of self-mocking surrender. "Well, you've got me there. I AM curiouss-s. AND new in town. THISs-s town anyway. I'm...I apologiz-ze, I have a...an impediment to my...talking. It won't be that bad, but I try not to trip over it all the s-same. Therefore, I avoid...that letter...when I can." He had turned to face the apparition, a smile on his face. This ghost did not seem maliciously aggressive or she would have probably tried to possess him, rather than talk. Of course this was not to say that she was timid. "Then, are you here to give me s-some kind of tour? Or are you only relieved to find a man that doe-...will not run in fear from you? To be hone-...to tell the truth, I'm looking for a job." He gave her a pointed look. "It may intrigue you to know that I am a S-sspiritis-st." he grimaced jokingly, "I imagine you're thinking I could have picked a job with a better title for a man who can't deal with Ess-ses-s." He gestured to a bench near one of the walls surrounding the complex's courtyard. "They don't want us-s wandering too freely, I think, but at leas-st they offer a bench. Would you like to join me? Or are you worried that we may become friendly, only to be made into opponents-s from one of my job...work." He said this with a challenging grin on his face. He suddenly slapped his forehead, "Oh, how forgetful of me. I was going to pick up a few things-s in there. For a treat you would probably find enjoyable. I'm going to back in the building there and make a little s-something for you." Goneszh knew that if he was planning to stay here for long, he'd best have an ally on the spirit side of things. it would not hurt to have someone willing to relay a few details about these so called "Dynasties", and which ones were stable or crazy or cruel. Because chances were, he was going to have to align with one soon.

[Shalita Farlay]

As the male spoke, he spoke oddly, like he had a stutter when it came to words with the letter ‘s’ or the letter ‘z.’ Angling her head slightly to the right, her deep blue gaze watched as he turned around to face her, why he hadn’t done that earlier before he spoke she didn’t know. Maybe it was because she had caught the male unaware? Indeed she had not missed the twitch that indicated a startle of surprise, but he continued to talk to her as if she was there to give him some kind of tour. Won’t run in fear? Her friend didn’t run from fear, but that was mostly because he knew her before she died… As she continued upon that line of thought, once more her mood took a nose-dive as a sigh fell across her lips. He was something that she couldn’t have and often she wondered if she could continue being in his presence for much longer, she didn't want to remind him of a guilt that she was sure, was still plaguing him.. Blinking, she realized she had sort of zoned out upon the male, as she just caught the fact that he had said he was a Spiritist. What the blazes was a Spiritist? She asked herself as she slowly began to drift closer to him, curiousity soon written across her facial features.

He indicated the bench and then asked if she would join him upon the bench, she hesitated in her answer and she guessed that that was why he was suddenly stating that she would be worried if they became opponents because of his work. Why would she be worried about that? She didn’t exactly know as to what a Spiritist was, let along what they did. He seemed human, but was he different in other aspects? She drifted closer to him as she realized that this man was some kind of whirlwind. He darted through the topics without really giving her a chance to speak and she looked to the sky, realizing that it was still raining. Glancing back to the male, she wondered if the rain actually bothered him, or was his dance some kind of weird thing that suggested that it didn’t bother him? Either way he slapped his forehead and she simply blinked at this as he mentioned a treat for her. Wait, what? A treat? She could no longer eat, did he not realize that she was dead? That the rain drops falling through her meant that she was nothing but whatever made up her form?

Suddenly he grew silent and she realized that now was the time to ask her questions as she slowly drifted downwards so then it appeared like her feet would touch the cobblestone. ”I… I don’t know why you think I could eat a treat, but I’m… I…” Suddenly it was she who was stuttering upon her words as she took a couple of steps back, a hand lifting to press to her lower stomach. ”I’m dead…” She whispered as she looked away from him. Even though she knew she was dead, the pain felt as if it was yesterday and it continued to plague her every day. ”I’m dead and I can longer long eat food, can’t you see the rain falling through me?” She said finally with a little more force behind her tone as if she was trying to teach him the basics of being a ghost. ”As for you being a Spiritist, I have no idea as to what that is if I am honest with you. My skills lie in… Used to lie in other stuff, ship stuff. My mum wanted me to be something else though, a proper lady who could also be a scribe like her. Books, while I could read them, I was never really…” Her voice dragged off as she then realized, that she was talking to a complete stranger about memories of days from when she was alive. Other than her friend surfacing in Kenash, memories were all she had now and so it was easy to get lost within them. ”It doesn’t matter anymore, the point is, I’m a ghost and I don’t know what a Spiritist is.”
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[Viszragoneszh]

Goneszh stood slowly, hearing the ghost out. He was a little surprised to hear the ghost lodge a complaint about not being able to eat, in a populated area like this. But when she said she didn't know what a Spiritist was, it suddenly made sense. She must never had enjoyed soulmist provided by a spiritist. Where he first thought she was just fishing for sympathy with her woeful demeanor, he now realized it was genuine. "My dear girl," he did not leave a pause for her to fill in with her name. He simply continued, in such a way as to let her know that he was going to call her "Girl". If she decided to provide her name, he would do likewise. "If you wish to manifes-st, I could give you a hug. But in truth, you are in for a treat. This-s will be a day to remember for you. But firs-st, you need to know s-s...a thing about me. I'm afraid I do not go with the "poor thing" approach when encountering a new ghos-st. They can leave their exis-stence any time they want, but they don't." He shrugged, with a confused expression. "Well, why not? I mean if their wanderings-s-so s-sad, why not jus-ss fade out? Go to Lhex-s and be reborn into a new life." He could see what looked like anger, but she was fuzzy enough that he couldn't be certain. "Okay, I'm being hars-sh, I know. Truth is-s, you're better off knowing what I'm about, becaus-se I can be your friend or your enemy. That-s-s-swhat a Spiritis-st does-s. They deal with ghos-sts." He gave her a very direct look, "And you need to know it, right? I mean you're better off knowing, right? I mean, I'm helping you out by giving you a warning. I AM letting you know that people will pay me to get rid of ghos-sts. But only if they are causing trouble." He was nodding encouragingly as he spoke, but she did not look like she was appreciating the point he was trying to make. He put his hands up, waving her to stay, though he knew she could walk right through him if she chose. "No, no wait! S-settle down. I'm not on a job here, girl! Truth is-s, I was-s going to...inquire...if you knew where the S-spiritis-st is-s in town. But if you don't even know what one IS-S, then you clearly have not met him." He grinned and threw his hands out as if he was in front of an adoring crowd. "Well, now you have! And I can be your bes-st friend! I can tell you in all truth that every S-s...guy that does-s the job has-s-someone like you working with them. Really, get a feel from me...do you get a feeling of...connection? We can do things-s together that people that aren't...that don't do my job can't do. Have you ever pos-sses-ss-sed - Petch, I hate that word! - have you ever...entered a living body?"

[Shalita Farlay]

His response was setting her on edge, it fact she was tempted to just simply float away from him. Just fade out? Leave the existence they ever knew? In all honesty, she didn’t even know that she could just fade out, not until he had said that. Which was a little too late to find out about it now, simple because she had made a promise to her friend Nickolai and she had promised to stay around as long as possible. She pulled away from him, anger stirring within and her soulmist became some-what erratic around her form. Even if she hadn’t made that promise, she just couldn’t let go of this life. She remembered, as she laid there writhing in pain and death pulling her down, that she had turned to the one man that had forced the pregnancy onto her, in hopes that he would save her from the unknown. Now, she was dealing with a Spiritist, someone who dealt with ghosts such as her. That he could get rid of her, force her back into the unknown void, the one she had plunged into before awakening as a ghost. She began to float backwards, away from this man that she had once found curious. She wasn’t going back there, no way, not if she could help it and now her promise with her friend only just solidified that plan. If he wanted her to go back there, he would have to make her.

The male would then put his hands up, waving at her to stay and she looked upwards at the sky, if she went close to him, would he hurt her? Could he hurt her? He just said that he could make her fade out, so he could probably also hurt her. However, he said that he could be her best friend and her blue gaze snapped to view the male. Spiritists has ghosts working for them? Really? It was at that point that he asked for her to get a feel for him and slowly she drew closer, watchful of his movements. Connection? Now that he did say something, she did feel like there was some sort of connection, but it puzzled her and slowly her soulmist would become less chaotic as she seemed to calm down. They could do things that people, that weren’t Spiritists, couldn't do? Like what exactly? She silently questioned as she watched him for a moment before he asked her if she had ever possessed anyone.

She paused in her movements and she angled her head as she thought about this. No, she hadn’t possessed anyone, but that was only because, simply just materializing was tiring. She could only imagine what it would be like to possess someone and how tiring that could be. Finally she shook her head in regards to his question, ”No I haven’t possessed anyone, just simply materializing can be draining after a few chimes, so I’ve never really tried it before.” She was tempted to keep talking and ask more questions, but she didn’t want to over-load him. The main thing that she really wanted to know, was, what could hurt a ghost? If they did become friends and working partners, maybe she could gradually ask him questions, inquire about things as they come along. She concentrated upon her soulmist, paying attention to it was she willed it to take on a more solid form, materializing in front of the male. Once her form felt solid to her, she lifted her hand, viewing it for a moment. The edges of her form looked worn still and it flickered, but she was no longer translucent and the rain no longer fell through her form. Instead, they would hit her form with a small splash and she felt it fall upon her skin, but she could not feel the temperature of it, nor the wetness. She looked to the male before holding out her hand to him, ”I’m Shalita, Shalita Farlay.”
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[Viszragoneszh]

"Yes-s," Goneszh agreed, "Materializ-zing tire...will tire you out, no doubt. ALL that type of thing will tire you out quickly. What I want to do will be to give you the...way you need...of recouping what you drain while doing it. With practic-ce, you will get better, more effic...effective...not getting that tired." He turned back toward the Traveler's Complex, holding his hand palm up as he asked her to wait. "There are a few thing I need to get to do it. It will take me a few chime." he decided to just leave the "s" off the end of some words. He figured she would still understand, but making words plural, nearly always involved an "s". He returned to the Complex, finding his way back into the "Edible Goods" section. He gathered a dozen eggs, a pound of wheat flour and a pint of honey, paying the clerk three gold and two silver mizas. He scooped a handful of flour into his hand and poured a dollop of honey onto it. He swirled this around in his hand, coating the honey with flour, and making a sticky, messy lump, not worrying about the coating of flour seeming to be wasted on his skin. When he licked this off, it would be moistened and added to the rest of it. More important was the delicate cracking of the egg. He put the honey-and-flour mass into his mouth and then tipped his face back to crack open the egg into his mouth as well. He did not so much 'chew' this glob, as work it around in his mouth, gathering up the saliva to create a more cohesive doughy ball. Then he cut the side of his wrist, not where the major artery was, but where it would still bleed easily. He sucked this for long enough to taste blood along with the rest of the ingredients as it was worked into the glob. Goneszh had been told by his mother to eat this frequently as food for himself, as well as to use it to craft Soulmist. First, it was necessary to do this often enough to develop a taste for it. The blood and egg was an enjoyable enough flavor, but honey and flour was not normal for a Dhani. But after years of doing this, it had actually become predictable enough to no longer be unpleasant at least. And his mother had found that the sweetness of the honey appealed to many ghosts. But what she emphasized more was that his own desire to consume it, his body's need for food, his instinctive want to retain what he'd eaten, became imbued into the soulmist gel when he regurgitated it back up. This was not a process he wanted Shalita, as this ghost girl called herself, to witness. This was not only because most races found the event disgusting, but it was a tell-tale sign of his race that it was so smoothly done. He could have done this while walking, without breaking stride. Goneszh did not really know if there was any "desire to be accepted into a body" infused into the soulmist gel, but his mother had always had success, so he continued to do things her way. He would have liked to let the substance stay in his gut for a while longer to develop more of the subtle affinity for himself that seemed to accrue with time, but he did not want to make Shalita wait for a bell out there in the rain. He loved the rain himself, but he knew most people would take it as a grave insult to keep them waiting in the rain. He did not want to take the chance that Shalita would take it that way. If he found work for a Spiritist here in Kenash, he had no doubt this person would have a ghost assistant, and this ghost would have no sense of subordination to the boss' new hire. Goneszh knew he needed his own ally, if he was ever going to become more than just his boss' boy. He would bide his time respectfully, but he would never accept being a servant of humans. He came back out with the ball of Soulmist gel cupped in his hand. He held it out to her. "I offer this to you in friends-ship, Sh-sh-...May I just call you "girl"? At leas-st for now? By the way, my name be GOneszh." He said, deliberately accenting the first syllable, as was proper. It was only when speaking the full Dhani honorative, 'ViszRAgoneszh', that "Go" was not accented. "I suggest you...become material for a time. Time enough to feel tired, then cons-s...eat it. It will res-store and invigorate you. Then I'd like you to go ahead and pos-sse-..." he sighed, "...go ahead and take me over."

[Shalita Farlay]

The strange male began to speak about how materializing will tire her out and silently she dropped her hand while she listened to him talk about the treat that will help her recuperate the energy that she had lost in the process of doing such a thing. She was rather doubtful that such a thing could exist and so then she wouldn’t grow too tired, she let go of her materialized form, her form becoming translucent again. Her blue gaze watched as he turned to enter the traveler’s complex again, holding up a hand to indicate that she should wait out here. Honestly, she didn’t mind too much, she was used to standing outside of buildings. Especially seeing as every time that she entered buildings, the temperature of the room would drop and the coppery scent of blood could be tasted upon one’s tongue. A gentle sigh caress her lips as she turned away from the door that the spiritist had disappeared through, and drifted a couple of feet away from her initial spot. She didn’t exactly know what was so special that he had to walk away, she had begun to enjoy his company, even though he spoke funny and had told her that he could make her disappear.

Her mother had told her that she was reckless and trusted people too easily, a scolding she had received when she had gotten caught by a wave guard trying to pull off a stunt that her friend had showed her. Lucky for her, the owner hadn’t filed charges against a mere child at that point in time, if she had been older, the owner probably would have filed charges. Would it be her recklessness and curiosity that would get the better of her in this situation? All to find out whether this male spoke the truth about a treat that could help her as she practiced materializing. She really couldn’t help it, Shalita didn’t know a great deal about ghost stuff and if this spiritist could tell her about it, she would forever be grateful. For she was learning things mostly as they happen, she didn’t want to stumble upon something that was quite detrimental to her health. She tilted her head back, allowing her hair to fall back from her face as she imagined the rain falling down over her face instead of it falling through her form. It was then that the strange male returned, she knew for she heard his steps as he splashed through the puddles. She turned to face him, only to spy a ball of something white in his hand and he held it out to her. She smiled as he started to say her name, but asked her if he could just call her girl. ”Goneszh, if it helps, you can give me a different name to use, an alias I suppose. A name that you can easily say so then it will be easier for you.”

Silently, she would then do as he suggested and she focused upon her form until it took on that more solid look, it was far from the perfect look of a solid form for the edges still looked worn and flickered. She bit down upon her bottom lip as she gently took the ball of white from him and she blinked as she looked at it for a moment, it looked weird. The ghost would then cross over to the bench that he had pointed out earlier and sat upon it. Shalita silently listened as he told her that once she had eaten it, to possess him, although he stuttered over the word, before giving up on it and simply substituted the word. She wondered if he even liked the act of possession and she soon found herself asking the question, a question that turn into more than just one. ”Goneszh, I hope you don’t mind that I ask, but do you even like possession or is it just the word you hate? Does possessing hurt someone? Is it pleasant for the person being possessed?’ She paused for a moment to look at him, before she looked to the white ball in her hands. ”I’m sorry, I just… I have always worried that if I possess someone, then I would hurt them and I never really liked hurting people.” As a few chimes slowly ticked by, she found herself growing tired and she did as obstructed. She began to eat the white ball and was instantly surprised as the taste of honey suddenly exploded upon her tongue. Her eyes widened as she slowly swallowed the bit that she had eaten and looked to Goneszh, surprise written all over her facial features. ”This is… It's… Just… Wow!” She finally managed to say before she turned her full attention to the white ball, more eager to eat it.
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[Viszragoneszh]

"In fact, I would like to come up with another name to call you." He paused a moment in consideration, then slowly, a smile spread across his face. "How about "Javeya"? There are no...none of that letter, and it means-s 'beautiful' in the language of Yahebah. That is-s the town I am from. Well nearby there anyway. In a part of the Burning Land. The name make it feel bad to people newly come from far away. But I think there lie beauties-s not found any other where in the world." His eyes lost focus as his reverie took him back to sun-scorched dunes and stark towers of rock formations striped in purples, reds and oranges of sunsets. The land rewarded the faithful with a surprising bounty of life, the gift of Makutsi making much of it possible. Bestowing her followers with that ability to sense the pulse of life below the surface, the flow of water where the unbeliever would deny the possibility of its existence. The strong survived, be it the strength of body, mind or faith. Here, the people appeared to take the water for granted. And granted it was, by the gods. Whether in massive seas by Laviku, or from the heights, be it rivers from the mountains, or rain from the sky, by Makutsi. Even, one could thank Morwen for the crystalline beauty of ice and snow. Though Goneszh thought of that more as an artistic rendering of what the other two provided. Still, he would hardly disparage such magnificent artwork as a Winterscape. He snapped out of his musing to realize Sharlita - Javeya - was talking to him. It was about Possession. He was quite surprised to hear her profess such unfamiliarity with what he knew to be one of the fundamental talents of ghosts. Here, he had been intending to display his ability to prevent the merging of their forms. Now, he thought it would be a far more wondrous thing to her to LET her possess him. "I only hate the word, Javeya. Too many of that one letter. By the Rain, half of the word be that letter!" he chuckled. "No, there be no pain, but it can be tiring, like becoming material. Hang on to a bit of the treat, Javeya, for after. I want you to join with me, you will feel much like becoming material, but it...connects-s...you to me. You may even feel the memory of talents-s you thought you could not touch again." He held up his hand in the universal "wait" sign. "But unders-stand, Javeya, the connect-tion be deep. We may s-share remembered time, and get to know each other from life of days-s gone by. Know this-s before you join. I would not wis-sh to...intrude on a thing you want kept private. I am not trying to pry, but only to reveal the potent-tial. It be up to you. Of cours-se you may keep the treat even if you s-say no." He smiled and held his arms out wide, in the standard gesture of acceptance and welcome.

[Shalita Farlay]

She paused in her eating and blinked as he told her to hold on to some of the treat. It was just so good that she almost said that she didn’t want to do possession, however, the more that he spoke about it, the more that she wanted to try it. She began to feel the want to be accepted into a body and she gently set the rest of the treat aside, excited that she may feel the memory of talents that she once had. It was then that he held up his hand, and she had to bite her bottom lip to quell her response. She was excited, she suddenly wanted to try possession, seeing as it didn’t hurt. However, he began to speak about how they would share a connection, a deep connection, that they may share memories of days long gone and her blue gaze dropped to view the puddles forming upon the cobblestone underneath their feet, well, his feet really. If she possessed him they shared memories? He was offering to allow her to back away from this, that she didn’t have to do this. No, she would do this, she wanted to become friends with him and he even made a treat for her. He was showing her things and explaining things that she never knew before and she wanted to continue such things with him.

Finally, she let go of her materialized form and she stood up, so to speak, from the bench, nodding her head to him. ”I’ll give this possession thing a try, I don’t have anything to hide from you.” Except my death, she thought to herself as she nervously smoothed down her blue sundress and drifted closer to him. She paused, before she added, ”Oh and I like the new name that you gave me, Javeya… It has a ring to it.” She smiled before she drifted closer to him, she wasn’t exactly sure how this whole possession thing worked, but she would give it a try, even if it did take a couple of tries. Silently she drifted forwards only to end up going through him and she blinked as she ended up just behind the male. Frowning, she turned back to face him, or more so, face his back and she set her mind to actually possessing the male. Actually willing herself to possess him, to be accepted into his body, just as she felt the want to.

She walked forwards again and into him, should he accept her into his body and be willing about it, their forms would merge into one and she was almost shocked that it worked. She lifted a hand, stretching it out so then she could watched the rain fall upon the outstretched hand. Unfortunately she couldn’t feel the wetness of it and she sighed. She missed being able to feel the rain soaking her body as she and her childhood friend ran through the streets of Zeltiva. It had been one of her favourite past times really. Her mother used to chastise her about it, telling her that she and her friend would catch a cold if they were not too careful. Her mother never truly minded that she was more of a tom boy than that of a lady, even though she tried to shape her into a lady. Shalita was always going out every day to run the streets of Zeltiva with Nickolai, playing pranks and just over-all getting into trouble. Sometimes, Nickolai would even share with her, food that he had swiped from the stalls and she would share with him, food that she had swiped from her family’s table. Something that her mother was very much aware of and Shalita would gently rock back upon their heels feeling that the ground was solid under her- their feet. She just couldn’t feel the sensation of being wet from the rain that feel around them. Strange… She thought more to herself, she wasn’t sure whether their minds were linked either, another thing that she wanted to ask him.

~OOCIf he prevents her from possessing him, then disregard the last paragraph.
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