She smiled wanly, and offered a look of condolences, hands awkwardly fidgeting in front of her. What was she supposed to say? Supposed to do? Lost in a few moments of uncertainty, her eyes widened at the suggestion of memories. What a thought! Memories were, a tricky thing indeed.
“I’m Feferi, nice to meet and greet you, Nevy! Well, I know I’m a troll, I’m a heiress, my planet is gone– and I know I’m dead. Do you know anyfin besides you name? An age? Home?”
“No. I don’t remember anything from before Gil. You’re dead, though? I’m dead too!!”
“All I have is my name, I think. Oh, but I did recently remember something. I remember being in love!! I remember it, but I don’t remember anything else other than the feeling. I remembered it suddenly when Gil found a few people. Do you think I could be a...troll too?”
She brought her hands down as a few bubbles materialised around her and floated about. She wished that Gil could be here, but she needed to work on communicating with others on her own. Maybe she could even find a friend here that wasn't Gil, now that other people could even see her. Then she wouldn't have to be alone.
