5th of Autumn, 521
It has been a few days since the massive Watchtowers flared with the red of Autumn. The lit stones now heralded a season of dark storms, strong winds, booming plasma, and aching bones.
All things that a Ghost has not experienced in a long time. Alice, of all things, was looking forward to the turbulent and chilly weather. While most people found the cold annoying and biting wind troublesome to deal with, the ghost of a woman had no such qualms with poor weather. If anything, the weather was comfortable for the dead woman. The chilled air and drizzles of rain made her feel more solid than she had in years. Her thin and wispy soul-stuff that normally made up her body seemed to churn thick and heavy in the autumn weather. Like a pond freezing over in the winter months, the cooling temperatures were calming her turbulent soulmist into more of a dough.
The changes brought on by the weather to her form were all contemplated within the bowels of a living building, Infinity. She drifted by a window on the second story, cloistered within a bare bedroom listening to the hum of the floorboards as the home busied itself doing whatever caught its fancy. The only thing of note in the bedroom besides the red-haired ghost herself was a simple bed resting in the center of the room.
Resting within the bed under a mountain of blankets was a man who one could have thought to be dead with how still he was. His chest barely rose and fell as the time passed, possibly one or two breaths a bell, maybe four if the body was feeling particularly active that day.
She drifted away from the thick, grey cloud cover outside the window with a sigh and laid over the top of the bed, letting an arm hang down and brush across the finger-length curls of the soulless body. Only to quickly snatch back the hand as tendrils of frost from coming into close contact with a ghost began to spread down the hair.
“It doesn’t feel real, does it? A goddess gave me a soulless body to use as my own. One I can feel like I’m alive in!” She righted herself as she tucked her bare feet underneath herself and sat with crisscrossed legs hovering a foot above the bed. “Not being in a dress is an odd feeling.” Alice distracted herself with the new form her soulmist had taken. Now instead of the large and elegant black dress, she was accustomed to, it now was in the form of hunter's clothes with a linen top with a cut v neck, laced with soft leather. Her slender legs were cloaked in more hunter-mimicking soulmist, shaped to resemble light brown soft leather pants that would be resistant to snagging on undergrowth as if the ethereal being had to worry about that. Her feet remained bare, shoes were annoying to form, and going barefoot was fun when you didn’t have to worry about stepping on a rusty nail.
Alice grimaced at the lone memory of stepping on a stray spindle needle in her dark family home. The damn thing went all the way through her foot and stung like a thousand wasps.
“Oh...speaking of clothes...it's naked.” The spirit stated the obvious and she could almost feel the house sigh as she discovered that fact. “Well, today's project. Clothes and walk around Lhavit like a real person for a few bells. Hopefully, it doesn’t rain.”
The Ghost lightly touched down on the floor next to the bed, dusted herself off, and went about humming while looking for something that she could carry to hold her few coins in as thunder boomed faintly across the mountain range.
WC: 629
It has been a few days since the massive Watchtowers flared with the red of Autumn. The lit stones now heralded a season of dark storms, strong winds, booming plasma, and aching bones.
All things that a Ghost has not experienced in a long time. Alice, of all things, was looking forward to the turbulent and chilly weather. While most people found the cold annoying and biting wind troublesome to deal with, the ghost of a woman had no such qualms with poor weather. If anything, the weather was comfortable for the dead woman. The chilled air and drizzles of rain made her feel more solid than she had in years. Her thin and wispy soul-stuff that normally made up her body seemed to churn thick and heavy in the autumn weather. Like a pond freezing over in the winter months, the cooling temperatures were calming her turbulent soulmist into more of a dough.
The changes brought on by the weather to her form were all contemplated within the bowels of a living building, Infinity. She drifted by a window on the second story, cloistered within a bare bedroom listening to the hum of the floorboards as the home busied itself doing whatever caught its fancy. The only thing of note in the bedroom besides the red-haired ghost herself was a simple bed resting in the center of the room.
Resting within the bed under a mountain of blankets was a man who one could have thought to be dead with how still he was. His chest barely rose and fell as the time passed, possibly one or two breaths a bell, maybe four if the body was feeling particularly active that day.
She drifted away from the thick, grey cloud cover outside the window with a sigh and laid over the top of the bed, letting an arm hang down and brush across the finger-length curls of the soulless body. Only to quickly snatch back the hand as tendrils of frost from coming into close contact with a ghost began to spread down the hair.
“It doesn’t feel real, does it? A goddess gave me a soulless body to use as my own. One I can feel like I’m alive in!” She righted herself as she tucked her bare feet underneath herself and sat with crisscrossed legs hovering a foot above the bed. “Not being in a dress is an odd feeling.” Alice distracted herself with the new form her soulmist had taken. Now instead of the large and elegant black dress, she was accustomed to, it now was in the form of hunter's clothes with a linen top with a cut v neck, laced with soft leather. Her slender legs were cloaked in more hunter-mimicking soulmist, shaped to resemble light brown soft leather pants that would be resistant to snagging on undergrowth as if the ethereal being had to worry about that. Her feet remained bare, shoes were annoying to form, and going barefoot was fun when you didn’t have to worry about stepping on a rusty nail.
Alice grimaced at the lone memory of stepping on a stray spindle needle in her dark family home. The damn thing went all the way through her foot and stung like a thousand wasps.
“Oh...speaking of clothes...it's naked.” The spirit stated the obvious and she could almost feel the house sigh as she discovered that fact. “Well, today's project. Clothes and walk around Lhavit like a real person for a few bells. Hopefully, it doesn’t rain.”
The Ghost lightly touched down on the floor next to the bed, dusted herself off, and went about humming while looking for something that she could carry to hold her few coins in as thunder boomed faintly across the mountain range.
WC: 629
