(np)<br/><br/>"My name is Meiko Natsuha," the priestess said to the boy. She stopped carefully out of his reach, facing him calmly. "I am a priestess, here to purify you of the many demons that leech off of your soul." Even though she was no seer, Meiko could make out the faint outlines of miasma wafting off the boy. They rose out of his shadow, and out of the few scratches and bruises that dotted his limbs. They seemed almost like hands, pawing at him. They ran over his limbs, as though enticing him to move. They stroked his face, and she got the impression they were whispering to him.<br/><br/>Meiko had never seen such a profound possession--it was almost enough to make her shiver. She thanked the gods that the miasma made no moves toward her.<br/><br/>The girl took a careful step forward and got down on one knee. She leaned in, so that her eyes were inches from his, and asked curiously. "Are you in your right mind?"