While Zhol spoke, a chill fell over Khara, and a tingle ran up her spine. She thought she heard something... a whisper.. But she could not make out the words. "Shhhh...". Something with an "sh" sound, but that was all she could make out. Zhol heard nothing, and did not feel the cold. Nor did the avora before them, nor anyone else around. Everything seemed fine, except for the cold, and the whisper. And then the cold was gone, and the whisper was gone.
If she looked for the source, she found nothing. Khara could sense nothing, or see nothing. But.. when she stopped looking, she did see. Only for the briefest instance, and she couldn't be certain. A figure, just barely visible, in the crowd. Pale eyes watched her from a darkened face, but the moment she focused on them, the figure was gone. And it did not reappear. The feeling and the whispers did not return. If she said anything to Zhol, he would probably believe her, but he had not seen, felt, or heard. And if they stopped what they were doing and searched, they would find nothing amiss.
Could it have been her imagination? Probably. But it had been so cold. She could not deny that. Perhaps just a gust of wind? A gust of wind that sent a chill up her spine and sounded like whispering. That was as logical a solution as any, if she decided to be logical. And if she didn't...
OOCOh what am I up to? Who knows? Maybe I don't even know. But this is my only post, so don't worry about further interruptions from me. >.>
If she looked for the source, she found nothing. Khara could sense nothing, or see nothing. But.. when she stopped looking, she did see. Only for the briefest instance, and she couldn't be certain. A figure, just barely visible, in the crowd. Pale eyes watched her from a darkened face, but the moment she focused on them, the figure was gone. And it did not reappear. The feeling and the whispers did not return. If she said anything to Zhol, he would probably believe her, but he had not seen, felt, or heard. And if they stopped what they were doing and searched, they would find nothing amiss.
Could it have been her imagination? Probably. But it had been so cold. She could not deny that. Perhaps just a gust of wind? A gust of wind that sent a chill up her spine and sounded like whispering. That was as logical a solution as any, if she decided to be logical. And if she didn't...
OOCOh what am I up to? Who knows? Maybe I don't even know. But this is my only post, so don't worry about further interruptions from me. >.>