cont'd
Continuation of yesterday's post.
"My name is Lillenith. I'm dead," she said, without batting an eyelash.
Cirullan wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. "Dead? You said you were...dead?"
She swung her legs innocently, seemingly passing right through the rock she was sitting on. "Yep. Been dead for nigh on a decade now." Her voice took on a certain wistfulness. "It does get kind of boring, though."
Cirullan didn't know what to make of this. He expected dead people to be decaying or something like that. But this girl seemed perfectly normal. Playful, even.
"You don't look dead. How do I know you're not lying?"
Silently, she stood up (if that's the word) and glided over to Cirullan. She didn't stop in front of him though, nor did she stop when she pressed up against him. Rather, she went through him. They stood superimposed for a bit, and Cirullan didn't feel a thing, except possibly an odd tingling inside of him. He gasped when he realized what had happened.
"Does this mean I'm dead too? Did I really fall off the cliff"
She laughed then, a ringing sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "No, silly. I'm dead. One dead person is more than enough, don't you think?"
"How can I see you then? Aren't dead people supposed to stay in their graves?"
"The sensible ones do. My guardian always told me that I have far too little sense." She pulled back then, so she was out of his body, and gave a little twirl. "I think I'm in pretty good shape, considering I don't have a pulse. Don't you think so?"
Cirullan didn't quite know what to say. She was pretty, sort of, though a bit more insubstantial than the girls at the market. And they were just kids, really - should he be looking at girls yet, let alone dead onens?
"Here," she said, holding out her hand. "I want to show you something..."
"My name is Lillenith. I'm dead," she said, without batting an eyelash.
Cirullan wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. "Dead? You said you were...dead?"
She swung her legs innocently, seemingly passing right through the rock she was sitting on. "Yep. Been dead for nigh on a decade now." Her voice took on a certain wistfulness. "It does get kind of boring, though."
Cirullan didn't know what to make of this. He expected dead people to be decaying or something like that. But this girl seemed perfectly normal. Playful, even.
"You don't look dead. How do I know you're not lying?"
Silently, she stood up (if that's the word) and glided over to Cirullan. She didn't stop in front of him though, nor did she stop when she pressed up against him. Rather, she went through him. They stood superimposed for a bit, and Cirullan didn't feel a thing, except possibly an odd tingling inside of him. He gasped when he realized what had happened.
"Does this mean I'm dead too? Did I really fall off the cliff"
She laughed then, a ringing sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "No, silly. I'm dead. One dead person is more than enough, don't you think?"
"How can I see you then? Aren't dead people supposed to stay in their graves?"
"The sensible ones do. My guardian always told me that I have far too little sense." She pulled back then, so she was out of his body, and gave a little twirl. "I think I'm in pretty good shape, considering I don't have a pulse. Don't you think so?"
Cirullan didn't quite know what to say. She was pretty, sort of, though a bit more insubstantial than the girls at the market. And they were just kids, really - should he be looking at girls yet, let alone dead onens?
"Here," she said, holding out her hand. "I want to show you something..."