[The Sunken Conundrum] An Intriguing Mystery (Dra Nivera)

[Saige]

Her senses tuned and focused on Dra, Saige saw the change from her calm state almost immediately. Strangely enough, it did not become agitated as Saige had feared. The swirling soulmist around her became even harder to detect, and the colors that Saige's auristic vision granted her became somber, less saturated. She interpreted this as a certain melancholia, or perhaps bitterness. But not anger. She was thankful for that.

The form she took was similar to the one she had used to scare Saige with upon the first minute of their meeting in the sense that there was a gaping hole in her chest. Saige would have smiled to herself for being able to deduce that it was indeed her murderer's doing if her Auristic sense didn't leave her entire body feeling heavy as Dra showed her her dismal state.

"Dead... because of it?" Saige repeated, confused. How had a simple song caused such a gruesome murder? It sent shivers through her clay body just thinking that something so trivial, albeit historically interesting, could cause someone to be tortured and maimed as Dra had.

The feelings of anger that Nivera had done so well to keep in check surfaced in Saige, her ability to empathize dramatically increased by her intense Auristic concentration. Creases formed along her brow as she spoke, a little louder than she usually would, "There has to be a way to discover the perpetrator." Her mind raced through the various possibilities of uncovered century old clues. "Too many of your memories are missing, however. We must find out whether your memories have been tampered with, or if you are simply suffering from sort of amnesia. Then again, amnesia is a physical ailment. You are no longer bound to the physical world, so I don't believe that would be the cause. Psychological, perhaps? If that is the case, there are methods of tricking the mind into remembering."

[Dra Nivera]

A faint smile played at Dra's mind as she listened to Saige's offer of help. The ghost was never one to trust something living to any full extent, but something about the Pycon's demeanour moved her views. That someone met on such a random chance actually showed interest, maybe even caring about her past, was enough to change her view point. A little.

"Psychology sounds close to the mark," Dra said, "but tricking a mind that is nothing more than floating mist doesn't sound the most promising venture either."

She thought about people who could work with minds. Odd magics she didn't understand, hypnotists, Gods forbid a Spiritist. A shiver crept through the ghost though she couldn't feel cold, she'd never actually had unfriendly encounters with a Spiritist, but she knew their general purpose. Ghost hunting was something Nivera despised, even though some ghosts deserved it, no one alive knew what it was truly like to be dead. Traumatizing wasn't a dramatic enough word to describe it.

"I think I may have another approach though," Dra Nivera spoke, her gaze somewhat distant in thought, "you are a historian, and I have history. Do you think there could be a possibility of finding my memories, if we found my past first? I don't know where I used to live, I don't even know what direction on a map it is from anywhere. Or maybe if you taught me somethings about what you've learned, old things, songs you may have found, events, reports, anything that might catch a piece of memory?"

The ghost gave an ethereal shrug as her mind focused back on the present, "I'd truly be up for anything, though the sound of someone poking around inside me does not sound pleasant," she giggled at her own dry joke.