Redhawk Caldera Incoming Storm

A conversation with Towhee and Bronco and meeting Ibis later had made Wraen realize that there were less limitations to her ghostly self than she had previously imagined. It was still difficult to make sense of all of this, or find any consistent mechanism on, how it worked. But it gave her an opportunity to investigate, test and see, what else she could do. A spark of curiousity and excitement - two emotions she had not experienced vividly, while beyond the veil, but which made her feel so much closer to the living world than before. 

So far - only people she had known in the past could see her clearly, could call her (or rather create a pull towards them) and talk to her. The rest appeared ignorant to her ghostly presence. She had assumed that it had been because they either did not believe in ghosts or they simply did not care. Now she wondered, whether she too had been at fault for that. She had not really wished to form new acquaintances, had not sought them out purposefully and not put an effort to communicate. 

Therefore now in Brecheliant surrounded both by people, who had been her friends, and new folks, who had never met or even heard of her, was a perfect testing ground for theories. She caught sight of the sad youth, lying on a rocky ledge, staring into the distance, looking desolate and approached her. Upon closer look the girl, who she saw for the first time, felt somehow familiar, which was another curious thing worth exploring. 

"You look as if the weight of the world rests on your shoulders," Wraen said warmly, taking a seat next to the young girl. "A bit too early to become an Atlas, don't you think?"