Spring the 14th, 520 AV
Adeliz stared at the big creature in front of her. Its wide, somber, wise eyes seemed to stare right through her. That’s probably because they did. It was one of the advantages and disadvantages of being a ghost. It was easy to go unnoticed, but there were times when one wanted to be seen. This was one of those times. Willing the mist that made her up to take form, the ghost pressed it outward until it reached the edges of her soul. Light struck her and bent, reflecting back at the world around her to show the form she used to be. It was her but less of her.
Fortunately, her pathetic attempts to materialize gave the vague idea of her-ness, of the Adeliz and Ines combination that used to exist, that those encountering her could tell who she was. The big beast in front of her remembered her and didn’t shy away from her sudden appearance.
Crom had always been Adeliz’ favorite Ashta. Maybe that’s because the Ashta had seemed elated at the arrival of Adeliz, at the arrival of Ines’ Akalak form. Though not as boisterous as some of the other Ashta, Crom was just as curious, if not more so, just in her own sedate way. Her eyes always seemed sleepy, no matter how much energy she had or how aware of the world she was. Whenever there was down time, Crom was perhaps the laziest of the Ashta, but she worked as hard as any of them when there was worthy work to be done. Sometimes, convincing her the work was of sufficient effort to be assigned to an Ashta was difficult, but Adeliz had quickly wormed her way into the big female’s heart. Whenever there was a spare moment, Crom’s gentle but searching trunk wrapped around nearby people’s bodies, poking and prodding and sniffing in hopes of finding a hidden treat. In her short time, Adeliz had always been sure to sneak the big girl something.
Snorting happily at Adeliz’ arrival as the ghost hadn’t been around much since her passing, the elephant prepared to trumpet her joy. Adeliz drifted backward and held up her hands, telling Crom to stop. “Sh, sh, sh. We don’t wanna wake up Ines, do we? I have a surprise for her, but we need to stay quiet, so it isn’t ruined. Okay?”
Crom’s tired eyes never seemed to look more awake than what they did now. With them so hooded in sleepiness, it was difficult to tell what her real emotion was, but Adeliz was certain she detected displeasure. When Crom hmphed angrily, Adeliz drifted forward again, holding her hand out, this time to calm the Ashta. Gently, reserving as much mist to her core so her touch wouldn’t be painful, Adeliz reached out and stroked Crom’s trunk, hoping her ghostly touch wouldn’t be off-putting. This was the first time she had touched one of the elephants since her death.
Shaking her head and sneezing, Crom blinked at the ghost, and Adeliz thought she saw something behind the tired eyes. Wariness? Confusion? Adeliz couldn’t be sure, but rather than wallow in whatever unpleasant thoughts were rolling in her head, Crom reached her trunk out to comfort the odd shade of Adeliz before her, only to stop back in surprise as her trunk sank through the frigid remnants of Ines’ second soul. Snorting again, Crom readied herself to trumpet in alarm.
Adeliz drifted backward once more, holding up her hands to show she was harmless. Crom bought it and reached a tentative trunk toward Adeliz again. As the trunk nearly touched her, Adeliz drifted away, just out of reach, and shook her head.
“I’m me, Crom, but I ain’t.” Her idioms were changing from the sailors she had stalked on occasion, changing from those she had shared with Ines.
Crom moaned a moan of anguish, and the tired eyes dissolved into sadness. It hurt Adeliz to see the big girl hurt, and she breezed over to her hiding spot where she had stored things for Ines’ surprise. One thing there had not been for Ines but for Crom. Adeliz hadn’t forgotten about her friend and had wanted to surprise the Ashta, too. Crom’s favorite snack was mangos, and the ghost had brought the ripest one she could find all the way from Bala’s Bowl. Forcing mist into her palms, Adeliz projected it outward, then scooped the fruit up between them, returning triumphantly to the Ashta.
“See? I didn’t forget you. I’ll never forget you.”
Curious and trusting, Crom’s trunk snaked out, sniffed the fruit once, recognized it, and took it. Elephants’ calm intelligence never ceased to amaze the short-lived Akalak. Wisdom rested behind those sleepy eyes, deep in that gentle but overwhelmingly powerful soul. Crom trumpeted once in happiness, and Adeliz couldn’t help but laugh at the big beast’s joy. It was right that something good remained between them. She laughed again and marveled at how the sound erupted from her belly rather than her throat, though that too seemed right. She’d always found emotion tended to spring from the gut.
“I wanna surprise Ines, but I’m gonna need your help to do it.” Despite Crom’s deep and vast intelligence, Adeliz knew the big creature couldn’t understand her words but felt she knew a way to get her plan across anyhow. Her hand extended out and found Crom’s forehead just between her eyes. “I need you to trust me.”
There was no way to explain what she was about to do, so she just did it.
Using her hand as a point of contact, Adeliz funneled her soul through it into Crom’s body, slipping between and around and through the soul that was already there until she filled the body out. That was the aspect of possession that perhaps surprised Adeliz the most, the way her soul expanded to fir the size and shape of any body.
When she was completely in, Adeliz didn’t grasp for control. She’d found that was the best way to get kicked out. Instead, she took the more sinister approach, letting her presence grow in the body so slowly that it went unnoticed until she already had control. Control wasn’t the point, though, not today. Today, she wanted Crom to understand her. To that end, she reached out and brushed up against the other soul with her.
To her surprise, it brushed back.