Blackfeather Woods the unending fight, to call yourself alive

She was an odd one. Not a word passed her lips, and that would've been fine considering the ghost could barely speak himself, but then she did, and it was to repeat something Zeus had said. He slunk closer and glanced between the guard and the strange black-bodied corpse woman, unsure of what to do. He wasn't accustomed to evaluating strangers on the territory edge and didn't immediately think about offering - or chasing her from - his home.

Her dancing reminded him of Seelie of the island; it pained him to make the comparison, because this woman was longer, leaner, bigger, and wasn't as nuanced in her movements as his dear friend. The reminder that he'd left his friend behind served to weaken his resolve; he looked to Zeus sadly, but didn't hold the expression long.

Name, he slurred, and looked to the shadow — Speak name, or go. That was a start, anyway.