Epsilon waves her hand to the spectre as well, smiling a little bit, though instead of imitating the spectres bounce, she simply stayed in place.
The spectre appears to take a deep ‘breath’, then twists and tugs its malleable form into a single cursive greeting:
h e l l o !
"Oh! So you can...talk!" Epsilon said, putting her hands together like a clap., but no clapping was done. Her spectre tail swished around side from side at a steady pace, a bit faster (and at a wider angle) then before. She would ask the spectre something, but she had nothing to ask of it.













