Firestone Hot Springs A pale being of mist and moonlight

"I do not relish it," the ghost answered in agreement. This abyss within where her past should have been, where she should have been - the confusion and frustration that abounded. "But there are worse things." Her skin was a testament to that. 

"What was your home like?" The polar woman asked quietly then, curiosity apparent as she turned whiskey eyes on Dulce once more.