Barrow Fields it's brains without hearts have set saint against sinner

There is a flicker of something behind her eyes, and for a second the ghost has hope; then the tone of her voice sets him on-edge, and it evaporates. This is not a game he wishes to play but maybe, if he has faith, things will work out for the best. He is tired of haunting this coast and to have someone understand him is of great importance. Finally she motions to herself and gives an introduction, and this causes him to nod and smile (a strange look upon his usually stoic face).

Blixen, kessa, nyke shifang. his tail raised and fanned behind his pale self, and he tried to listen to what she was saying. As strange as those sounds were to him, he wished to learn - to try and make things easier for the both of them. The spirit was not patient enough to teach her his language (a language of myths, unfit for her tongue), but he believed in his own ability. Focusing on that one word she seemed to emphasize, Name? Iksis name.. Blix? He didn't like the sound of his own voice with this new speech however the ghost was eager to put his wandering days behind him, so a few quick and dirty lessons would suffice.