<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/1c/2d/fb/1c2dfb8b3f49ea1f8e0d5066ee6755f7.jpg)</div>Name:  Uriah Crowe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13311813#msg13311813)<br/>Time:  day/time unknown<br/>Location:  Chie and Rayne's Room<br/>Tagging:  Open<br/>Notes/Warning:  talking to the descendants<br/><hr/><br/>Uriah's necklace was a place of safe retreat for her incorporeal body to reconstitute itself a place of safety and quiet that would allow the ghost to get her bearings. The inside of the amulet responded to the safety of her library and thousands upon thousands of rows of books in a neat and organized manner lined an equally tidy library filled with warm inviting carpet, gentle music, wood panels and heavy comfortable chairs.<br/><br/>She floated in this place for an unknown length of time. Hanging upside down while she considered her fate. This many years later Master Gil was certain to have missed her. She only popped out of her necklace when she felt his overpowering lust and that was not very often. He normally kept that in control. And with that in control it left the ghost time to review, catalogue and write reports on books that Master Gil wanted in depth analysis about. Alone to research tomes and manuscripts that few mortals could have dreamed of touching let alone reading.<br/><br/>That crazy hall of people. She'd been snatched from the tranquility she'd know and brought to some bright and cheery island. She was probably still there. She sighed and touched down in a chair. How long had she been unconscious this time? Hopefully not decades but time was different for an immortal like her. She would have to find those descendants and explain she needed to go back to the university she was from. How hard could that be? Just pop into the real world, make contact and just harrang someone into transporting her back. She frowned. It would mean going out of her locket and interacting with creatures whom wanted to potentially excise her from existence. Death wasn't where she'd go. She shuddered to think of where ghosts that weren't put to proper rest went.<br/><br/>With a dejected sigh Uriah steeled herself and exited her personal realm. She had brought others here and most had been distracted and distraught at the aura it projected. The suppression of hostile intent was the one that had gotten Master Gil and his iron will pulled him from her realm never to return there.<br/><br/>She looked around at the immediate area, floating in a wall covered in turquoise slime. She'd seen worse but she could have done without coming into a slime chamber. Still she wanted to return to her master. This was it. As she continued to look her eyes fell upon the form of an oddity. A slime for that had to be one in a strong outer casing. She drifted closer to the creature. Watching as it applied the mixture to her body. She tilted her head and moved to lay upon her stomach. It must have been getting ready to travel in an area hazardous to it's health. "Fascinating," she murmured. At her height she could stare down into the container. Slowly she assumed a corporeal form her soft cold fingers reaching first to touch the tendril and another to touch the back of the neck.  "interesting mechanism for contained locomotion," her voice soft and soothing.  "was this taught to you by your propegators or was this something of your design?"<br/><br/>The coloring showed her to be a different one then the being who'd stolen her from her second home. A daughter? Perhaps. It was painting itself into that form. She tilted her head and began slowly revolving around the other monster taking into consideration it's nature she resumed her incorporeal state.  "Your forebearer stole me from my home, young one," she stopped and fixed her eyes upon the others eyes.  "I seek to return to my home. Your line has wrought this, you should fix this. I would hate to haunt you and your kind until the days grow dark and the sun no longer shines." she shrugged as if to say what are you to do.   "I apologise, young one. What is the name of your line? I maybe aeons old but curiosity and politeness should still be used. You may call me Madam Crowe."<br/><br/><br/>