Mourning

-Sneek sat upon her rock. That same rock beneath the water fall that she often visited when Dingo was gone. Tears flowed down her face. She clutched the stone around her neck and gently let out a calm cry. It had been awhile and Sneek hadnt yet seen any life form other than the small pixies beneath the fall. And all they did was carry about their business of pranks amongst the land. Some how Sneek missed the battle and hadnt recalled memory of anything except being with Dingo outside the building before the great war had begun. Because the stone lost its glow sneek knew he was dead..... dead to the world and now dead to sneek. Everything lost its meaning. The tears flowed more violently as sneek began to mourn painfully.-

Lydia couldn't help but hear Sneek's cries as she floated along in search of her true desire. She stopped and listened, then approached Sneek cautiously, momentarily distracted from her quest.

She floated around so she was in front of Sneek. She kneeled down in front of her, floating about an inch off the ground. "If I may ask....what is wrong?" she asked.

[Maliki]

-A lone wolf traveled the realitve lands near the site of the mourning, sensing sadness, as wolves often did he traveled towards it, ducking beneath a bush near the scene. Fleece was of a dark brown. Almost unnatural. He was oversized for the typical wolf. Eyes were trained upon the two females which sat in conversation.-

-Sneek looked up to the stranger before her. Her eyes redden from the tears. Her eyes glazed with saddness as she gasped for air to fill her weakened body.-
S: something i'm not sure you'd understand

[Maliki]

-The wolf crept closer. He felt sadness, and for some reason, this struck him as a harsh blow. He didn't like to see people cry-

S: But i;ve been told talking about such things can create an ease for oneself. I lost the love of my life.
-Sneek looked down and a single tear fell. It glisten as it fell to the rock beneath and slid down to adjoin with the water below.-

She had the urge to put an arm around the poor girl. To sit next to her and at least put a hand on her shoulder and spit out some meaningless dribble to comfort her for the time being.

But Lydia was a ghost and physical touch was not something a ghost was capable of. It was instances like these that made Lydia regret dying and she mentally kicked herself for it and cursed the gods briefly for making these stupid rules about physical touch.

Instead she frowned. "I am so sorry...I had no idea or I wouldn't have asked....oh you poor thing. You have a right to cry. It isn't easy losing the one person that matters."

-Sneek gave a light smile as she sensed the strangers need to comfort her.-
S: My name is Sneek. What is yours?

She returned the smile. "Lydia."

-sneek smiled-
S: nice to meet you. anything special you can do?