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Amalia was no more skeptical as she was a bit frightened of the unknown. The spirits her mother had whispered of, had made cold fingers curl around her throat and chest. She hadn't liked it. They made her nervous.

Amalia shook her head. I'd rather not.

She realized how she probably sounded and wasn't sure how to continue with what she wanted to say, the words would not come. She tilted her head and latched upon the next words of Shikoba.

It is a pleasure to meet you finally too.

Amalia bowed her head, as they circled back to what they were speaking of and she furrowed her brow.

I am curious, but I.

She grew quiet her voice not working. Finally, she pushed the words out. It scares me a bit, the unknown. Not knowing what could hurt me, something I cannot see. It doesn't sit well with me. It is not that I do not believe in them. It is simply I don't wish to mess with them whether benign or not. I will leave that to those that know better than me of what they are and what they can do.