Don't Look Through Me [Chael]

[Eryn]

Early Fall 509 AV

It was a fact, no matter how long Eryn wandered the cold lonely life of the unliving, she never got used to it. Moving silently through the multitudes of people that walked through the city of Zeltiva, her presence barely felt except for a brief and chilling cold that could have been mistaken for an autumn breeze. Two hundred or so years had passed and still the ghost remained, tethered to the world that had been so cruel to her, unable to move on because of the mystery behind her death. She needed answers, she needed revenge and then perhaps she'd be able to finally rest. The little ghost twisted a strand of her ebony hair around her transparent finger as she came to stop near the wall of one of the large buildings that loomed overhead, it's shadow casting over her yet she could feel no cold. She felt neither the autumn breeze nor the cart that passed right through her as though she wasn't there. "Rude..." She muttered to herself as she looked around.

She was invisible to the eyes of the living because it was her wish to be, she wished to avoid those that could sense her presence because she had no desire to be hunted nor 'helped', she had been doing just fine all by herself really and she wasn't ready to move on, no matter what others said. She was miserable, there could be no delusions about this, she was miserable and she would be because of her being bound to this world rather then moving on. Then again, it had been her own decision, her need to uncover things about her life.

The child scowled as she watched the humans and other races bustling about, blissfully unaware of her presence there, going about as though they had no a care in the world. They all made the girl sick, so many took their lives for granted. Though it was said that one did not know what they had until they lost it and Eryn was a non-living example of that. Such a truth hurt so badly deep inside her ghostly body. She wanted to be alive again, she wanted to be able to actually feel the ground beneath her hovering feet, she wanted to remember how it felt to feel a breeze against her skin and taste cold water. She hadn't ate or drank in two hundred years...it was unsettling for a little girl who didn't know how to accept such things.

She could have started crying, but instead she chose to just stand there, invisible for the moment, a mischevious smile touching her face instead. It was better to take her sadness and turn it into energy for some fun, prank a few mortals rather then dwelling on her past and the wrongs done to her. Taking a moment, she adjusted the glove on her right hand, the glove a constant reminder of her mother and what she had done to her. Strangely enough, she never came across her mother, which meant that if her mother was dead, she had accepted to move on. Lucky bitch....

[Chaelnomyl]

Zeltiva was perhaps a lonely place for those that could get lost in a crowd simply because no one knew they were there. Chaelnomyl was very much a physical entity in the world, still living, still breathing, but that didn’t mean she was always acknowledged. The people of Zeltiva seemed a little more accepting of the odder races of Mizahar, and being that the Akvatari were not exactly what a person might call normal… It was hard for her to go unnoticed. By anyone… or anything.

An autumn breeze was rolling in from the sea as Chaelnomyl fluttered along the road blissfully unaware of anything that wasn’t living entirely. Carts rolled, feet moved and the Akvatari looked into the distance, just enough aware of her surroundings so that she did not bump headlong into someone. Crowds were unsettling and the oddly shaped creature took up too much room in the throng of people, so it was no surprise that within a few minutes of being out in the open streets, the Akvatari moved off to the side, completely unaware of Eryn’s nearby presence and allowing herself to swing her tail free of its close tether to her body for the moment, passing it through the ghost child as it stretched and flailed. It would have thwaped a fair few bipedals if it had been allowed it’s way, but Chaelnomyl’s disdain for those that walked on land did not extend so far that she would openly hit them. That was not the way of the Akvatari. There was no violence in her bones… and hardly any emotion, either.

As the breeze continued in the shade of that building, the Akvatari pushed at her hair with a free hand and let it ruffle her sleek tail’s fur. Cold had little effect on her body, thankfully, and instead of chilling her it felt incredibly relaxing. Except the whole immense amount of people, thing. The corner of her lips twitched down in the beginning of a frown, but nothing more followed. Nothing more could.

”At least the breeze is more calm than the city,” the Akvatari commented to herself, barely above a whisper. The hustle and bustle was almost too much. She would have to be on her way soon. Taking off to wherever it was she deemed worthy of her search for the history of her people and the answers to her questions about their creation. Their roots. Their reason for existence. For now, she was unknowingly waving her tail through a soul that was more angry than the seas could have ever been.