Though the Pycon did not lack sympathy for Dra's story, she was slightly disappointed to learn that she could not obtain as much information as she had hoped. Her outside appearance did not change; she did not slump her shoulders or make a face. Those feelings, she kept to herself. "I understand," she replied with a smile of comprehension.
The aura wavered again, exactly as it had done before. There was a subject of concern to the ghost that seemed to keep her mind occupied. Saige hoped it was not something that would trigger a violent reaction. Of the little she knew of ghosts, she knew that they were unpredictable creatures. Not a difficult concept to imagine, as their very existence hung between the world of the living and the afterlife.
Dra's loss of materialization sent worry through Saige at first, who thought that she might return to scaring the life out of the little statuette. Instead, the ghost only reassured her. "I can still see you," the Pycon replied slyly, "There is little light and your physical form is transparent, but I am an Aurist. I can see you the way you see yourself." She wasn't lying, either. Colors continued to swirl around Dra Nivera, not nearly as defined as earlier, but Saige was sure that if she were a more accomplished Aurist, she wouldn't even have noticed the loss of materialization.
In fact, the aura was fascinating to observe. As most all creatures Saige had previously encountered were solid, Saige could only make visual observations as to what happened around them. Now, she could see the aura swirling inside the transparent ghost's very essence, showing Saige a blurred version of Dra's form that she has spent a great deal of energy to materialize for her, while it lasted.
"Old, how old?" Saige piped up, forgetting to be considerate at the mention of the song. "It doesn't matter that you don't know the whole thing. Perhaps one day I will find the ending, if I study more, and if I am lucky." She smiled. "On that day, I will be sure to find you. I know how irritating it is to feel like something is missing."
The aura wavered again, exactly as it had done before. There was a subject of concern to the ghost that seemed to keep her mind occupied. Saige hoped it was not something that would trigger a violent reaction. Of the little she knew of ghosts, she knew that they were unpredictable creatures. Not a difficult concept to imagine, as their very existence hung between the world of the living and the afterlife.
Dra's loss of materialization sent worry through Saige at first, who thought that she might return to scaring the life out of the little statuette. Instead, the ghost only reassured her. "I can still see you," the Pycon replied slyly, "There is little light and your physical form is transparent, but I am an Aurist. I can see you the way you see yourself." She wasn't lying, either. Colors continued to swirl around Dra Nivera, not nearly as defined as earlier, but Saige was sure that if she were a more accomplished Aurist, she wouldn't even have noticed the loss of materialization.
In fact, the aura was fascinating to observe. As most all creatures Saige had previously encountered were solid, Saige could only make visual observations as to what happened around them. Now, she could see the aura swirling inside the transparent ghost's very essence, showing Saige a blurred version of Dra's form that she has spent a great deal of energy to materialize for her, while it lasted.
"Old, how old?" Saige piped up, forgetting to be considerate at the mention of the song. "It doesn't matter that you don't know the whole thing. Perhaps one day I will find the ending, if I study more, and if I am lucky." She smiled. "On that day, I will be sure to find you. I know how irritating it is to feel like something is missing."