Who are your other friends back there? With the different colours and the masks. 🤨
These people should not be able to see them.
The ever-present shadows of her predecessors shift behind her. One wants to hide away from the inquiry, another accepts it with her head held up high. One peeks over the Lady's tall frame, curiosity having the best of her. Lastly, one clings at her side. Considerably shorter than the rest, and seemingly uninterested with what is happening. The Lady can never count on either of them to provide her with good advice, so she ignores their whispers.
Instead, her hand elegantly redirects her guest's to the picture hanged on the wall. One where she stands, surrounded by four shadowy figures.
"A strange trick of the light, is it not? Or perhaps an apparition. Some believe in ghosts haunting the souls of the living out of some kind of desire." She ponders out loud to her visitor, but partially to herself as well. "The Maw is an ancient place. I have no doubt that some part of the previous owners must have lingered between these walls. Although, if there was a thing such as spirits, I wouldn't be scared of them. Ghosts mean no harm."
