Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191101220152/@comment-5583506-20191103010013

Kashya didn't have much to do outside of trying the puzzle. In the cemetery she often observed the restless shapes of the dead as they walked past her. As miserable as they seemed, she did her best to ignore them. She had experience that if they took notice of someone being able to perceive them, they would become quite persistent on making said person their link to the physical world; have them perform errands they could not finish before they died or speak to relatives on their behalf.

Kashya was not up to either and was content with just watching them aimlessly drift. In a way she could sympathize with them as they all too much reminded her of herself. She too felt like a ghost, moving about without purpose, unseen and unacknowledged. She more often than not went unnoticed, but yet she couldn't make her presence known as it was not in her nature.

The others in the group seemed to have acknowledged one another. Helian, Nyasia, Garran, Shrava, Alvoran, Emile, Lysilde, Clodagh, Baldr, Scaldor, Midnight, Mozu, yet she remained obscure. Like a lingering shadow following in their footsteps.

The Altmer spirit of a young man stopped before a grave bearing the name of a woman who had died at a young age. A maiden's age. His expression bore that of sorrow, and from that alone Kashya was able to intepret or at least assume their story.

One day, she reckoned, she too would drift aimlessly, even more so...