[Susan Delgado]

Anna began her day the same as she always did, by hovering high above the castle and watching the sun rise over the trees in the forest. After all her years of being dead, she could never make up for the time when she'd been alive and had no opportunity to watch the day be born.

Most days she stayed here for some time after the sun was up, simply because she enjoyed the fresh air (what could penetrate her icy form) and because lately the castle had seemed too small with too many people in it, though it was actually large and very few people lived in it. Anna snorted derisively to herself. Nobody lived in the castle at all. She stretched her long, thin arms out to allow the sunlight to beam through them. If only she could be alive again! Damn Maladil anyway! And Adela for good measure; she was the only one to have escaped this endless, lifeless place. She briefly considered consigning Maladil and Adela's children to the void as well, but she thought of Calimiel, who was her friend, and Kenelm...Kenelm. She sighed. She simply couldn't do it. She would go insane without those two to ground her.

A little shiver went through her when she heard the strains of Kenelm's harp. He was playing from the garden this morning...odd. But perhaps the morning's beauty had enticed him out as well. She floated down around the front of the castle toward the rose garden, noticing one of the second floor maids busily dusting a table as she went past. She snorted in disgust. Why did they even bother? No living person was ever going to use those rooms again, and it wasn't as if the ghosts needed them. To each her own, she supposed. Maybe the girl was just bored, and by the Valar, Anna knew how that felt.

She paused under the climbing vines just around the corner from the rose garden and hovered there, listening.

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