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The spirit was so engulfed in the world of spirits that she didn't notice anyone follow her. White eyes were clouded, swimming with the whispers of the gods and focussing on things here and there that were seemingly not there at all -- when one would look, they would see only the cloud above or the ground, trees, surroundings, but nothing remarkable. Nothing worth the stares the white-eyed girl breathlessly gave as she obeyed their commands.

The pale youth did not understand what they were bringing her towards, but she could not simply deny them; it would be unwise. Perhaps they were simply leading her away from somewhere rather than to somewhere, such was possible. Whatever the case, however grounded she had been previously following her meeting with Powergirl, now...

A deep voice followed by a dark face ripped her from her thoughts. As she looked up, the spirit knew why the voices had drawn her here quite suddenly. He spoke the name that some of them used for her -- the name that the gods had given her, she supposed -- though it wasn't a name that she associated herself much with. If it was convenient for them to use, then she would not stop them, however.

Grim, a word she spoke as if it were a greeting, the name of an old acquaintance or maybe even friend. Grim lives here now?

The Unknown whispered and her pale ears twitched as he did. She seemed distracted by something somewhere not far from Damien's face, pale eyes glossing over and seemingly out of focus as she stared at it.