@deamaurea
Her form was near translucent, a literal ghost of who she previously was. Long golden tresses curled down nearly to her knees, each lock somehow neatly in place, and her only garb was a dress that was little more than a simple white shift. The bottom of it was stained a worn and faded off white shade that hinted to blood once upon a time, but... time itself had washing it away.
She was still radiant though. Somehow, even as faded and not there as she was, there was a glow about her that spoke to the strength and power that she had. That she... once had.
She was just a ghost now. Less than that, even. Sitting perched on a dusty fallen pillar, she could have been missed if she was anywhere but here. Here, in a temple that was nothing but darkness. Here, in a temple where light didn’t exist.
Except for her, now.
“... I’ve kept you waiting. I’m sorry.”
