[ Gray's spiritual sensitivity has always allowed her to see beings that might otherwise pass through the world unnoticed by people, and rather than a vehicle for opportunity, she considered it a curse until Lord El-Melloi II found use in it. So naturally the appearance of "ghosts" of late has been alarming to her, and made sharp by the sense that some have seemed familiar to her. They're a strange grade of ghost, seemingly casual and wandering rather than anchored in regret and negativity like she might expect. Even so, old fears are hard to dispel on a whim; she gives the specters wide berth, tense with apprehension over how they might affect her. Especially now that she's effectively helpless against them, robbed of the weapon that would have given her the power to fight the spiritual.
Fear strikes again when she happens to spot a familiar-looking faded form, but in a different way. It's impossible to mistake the tall, silvery ears she's come to know over the course of a year, a sight she's missed dearly over the past few weeks. She'd been hoping to see them again, but not like this.
Why... Why is he a ghost?
The answer is obvious, and yet she denies it with her heart. She could fall to her knees as if her legs were kicked out under her, yet they manage to carry her at a run toward Eustace. A cruel string of hope suspends her, thinking that this could mean anything but a goodbye. ]
Mr. Eustace!
[ She looks much the same as he remembers her, save for the little blonde streak of hair above her left eye. ]
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Fear strikes again when she happens to spot a familiar-looking faded form, but in a different way. It's impossible to mistake the tall, silvery ears she's come to know over the course of a year, a sight she's missed dearly over the past few weeks. She'd been hoping to see them again, but not like this.
Why... Why is he a ghost?
The answer is obvious, and yet she denies it with her heart. She could fall to her knees as if her legs were kicked out under her, yet they manage to carry her at a run toward Eustace. A cruel string of hope suspends her, thinking that this could mean anything but a goodbye. ]
Mr. Eustace!
[ She looks much the same as he remembers her, save for the little blonde streak of hair above her left eye. ]