Sleeping Dragon Voices in [M]y head keep screaming

bit crappy, apologies, am sick + in another country at the moment. also feel free to skip! she's just lurking.

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And of course, there she was...

Sedulous eyes of the ancients themselves leered down from scabrous cliffs, inexorable in their discordant stares - only a fool would look upon the orbs of the underworld and witness a feigned mirage of radience. She did not care if this one fell, as so many others did, from day to day - she was simply another bygone spirit, another ribbon to tie the sahira to the world of the dead. It was why she remained, to see what could provail; life, or death. Surely, she must stay close. If she was felicitous enough to witness a death upon these rocks, it would bind her to this soul in a way that did not all too frequently occur - she remained the watcher of the fallen, and she must stay close in order to collect the girl's harrowed soul, should it flee through her lips in forlorn escape to whatever heavens or hell lay beyond.

But, woefully... she was not the only watcher to take heed to the pained moans. Her mosaic sibling, so remarkably respondant in the pressure of necessity, was expeditious to arrive to the scene and, much to Hum's dismay, did not allow this corpse to crumble so soon. While the poltergeist was largely irked in her brother's celerity to provide aid, she did not reveal herself from the caliginous tenebrosity of the shadows; she was sure he was to notice her presence soon, but, trusts that he will not expose her whereabouts. 

So she waited, to see what would become of this occurance.