The noise of the far away orcs drifted its way down the halls to Gaeriel and her gloating. She lifted up her head and listened to the calmer made by these drunken creatures. Looking back to her decomposing trophy she smiled and wanted to find these living and noisy things and stifle them. But she still knew better than to leave her own territory.
Again she wondered why the living girl had passed by. And again she thought she might follow. But then again, she reasoned, "Better not meddle in the affairs of the other wights here. Keep to yourself, and let them be." The curiosity won out(a trait that had landed her here) and she followed the living woman. Drifting and hovering just out side of her perception. But still behind all the same.
[ April 28, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]
[ April 28, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]
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