Broken Antler Fen sing for me

A dry, amused laugh chuckled. Her eyes focused on the other, another gray outline, much like the woman she had assumed to have seen. Was this an echo - another timeline thrust upon the mortal world? Something that had become, or had yet to be?

At the corporal being's question, she grinned almost maddenly. "Spirits come and go as they please" she utters, envious of their ability to fade into existence and out "I am sorry to disappoint, cherie - I am no ghost. Only a passing spook."