Too many questions, not enough answers. TYPICAL guy, yes?<br/><br/>She continued to stare into his own eyes, hers now brightening as his statements are made. She exhales sharply, causing a press of wind that closes the wooden gate behind him.<br/><br/>This done, she steps forward, she is by no means shy in regards to some situations, others, well...that's different. Her right palm raises to his forehead, and her hand slides down over his features without touching his skin; finding way to his chin before her hand falls to her side.<br/><br/>With a soft tone, almost a pleading note to it, she states, "would it matter who it belonged to? Do not tell me you have no power over the dead, we both know this is untrue."<br/><br/>She turns now, eyes closing, head nodding slowly as she stays in thought for a moment and makes her decision.<br/><br/>If she did not feel he could help, she would not have asked him here.<br/><br/>If he did not help, and she found later he had the ability, he would die by her own hand. This she promised herself. And the two that resided in this wretchedly beautiful place.<br/><br/>She can give, and she can take. She had no qualm with either, or both.<br/><br/>With a deep breath, her eyes snap open, and her hands open in front of her waist, palms down. Shadows begin to writhe to her feet, snaking across the various thorned flowers, honeysuckle vines, dropping from the old oak tree limbs.<br/><br/>They gather below her, some rearing up as though cobras listening to the infamous music that entrances them. They wish to be chosen by her.<br/><br/>She kneels now before them, her hands turning palm up, and these light manifests begin to creep into her hands, wriggling and snaking around her wrists and arms.<br/><br/>With a smile, she begins to ball them up, some dripping back to her feet and snaking up again, they all eager to begin to game.<br/><br/>Her ball large enough, roughly the size of a plastic ball one might find in a toy store, she tosses the shadowed plaything at the oak tree. It bounces around, even without momentum, as the rest of the shadows follow as though playing a game of 'fetch'.<br/><br/>She remains kneeling, and waits...<br/><br/>Time goes by, slowly, and finally a mist begins to seep from the ground, oddly staying away from the ball of shadows; it fills the area remaining roughly a foot high, and then a harsh, cold breeze passes from the tree towards the gate. This whips at her face, which she turns upward, inhaling deeply, then giggling.<br/><br/>Behind the tree, a response; a high-pitched squeal of laughter, as the ball disappears towards the voice. Suddenly the ball returns towards Millicent, who catches it and tosses it back.<br/><br/>Again the ball disappears and another squeal, when suddenly the apparition comes straight for her. No more than two feet tall, bouncing curls, hands outstretched, this ghostly figure is a toddler of no more than three years old.<br/><br/>Millicent prepares for the collision, opening her own arms, gasping out happily as the ghost of the child crashes against her chest, arms tucking around Millicent's neck, the little girl's face pushing against her neck.<br/><br/>Millicent reacts, trying to show affection, her arms wrapping around simple air, crying out in frustration and mixed joy.<br/><br/>'Hey angel! I missed you!'<br/><br/>The apparation replies with a tiny mushed voice, 'Mommy!'<br/><br/>Millicent shivers, for her daughter is cold to what she is able to feel, however she welcomes the hug and embraces it for all it is worth.<br/><br/>From behind the tomb, the apparition of a man approaches, staring at the dark man. The apparition is dressed in his armor still, it ripped open at the chest, the face barely recognizable as any type of being.<br/><br/>The jaw is hanging haphazardly as he speaks in a rasped voice, "Millicent, is this the man you told me about?"<br/><br/>She looks up from her kneeling position at the spirit and nods, speaking with a hushed voice, 'yes, Alexander, this is he....I do not know his name, or if he will help...'<br/><br/>Her head lowers as her deathly visage of a child peeks up at the dark man, and as any innocent child would do, the girl has a simple question for the dark man, and she does not hesitate to ask, "missssster, can you take me an my uncle Awex out of here pwease? It not a nice place no more cause da mean man tries to get us here alla time an he a bad bad man".<br/><br/>Exasperated, Millicent groans, now standing as the tiny spirit loosens her grip on the woman and moves back.<br/><br/>She turns to face the dark man, offering her right hand in a greeting, eyes again pairing with his, and giving him finally a proper introduction.<br/><br/>"I, am Millicent. Arella is my daughter, and Alexander is her uncle. They need help, I cannot protect them much longer".<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1291.photobucket.com/albums/b554/MillyDevitt/tumblr_mbnqreoOsO1qdedp3o1_500_zps02951bab.jpg">[ img ]</a>