Wisping through the cave wall was a large yellowish ghost that became more visible as it floated towards Forallei and hovered next to her.
Sat on its lap like a throne and her head leaning on her own gloved hand was the spirit-mage they had met prior. The frills of her fanciful gown of yellows and deep blues drifted beneath the ghost she so comfortably lounged on to one side.
"What has you up in a tizzy?" the blasé voice asked of the four-armed woman. Her silverish-violet hair tumbled to the side her head dipped to, and she raised her chin by the bare minimum amount so that the brim of her opulent hat did not obstruct her view. "Ah."
Jotou put on a wider smile with her lips still shut till she spoke, "Ceridwen~ It's rude of you to leave in the middle of a conversation you know," Jotou played with an accent to match Ceridwen's.
Ceridwen's pupils alone shifted to glance at Forallei, "Did I not forewarn that this outcome was possible?"
