In the empty, quiet house, only Lux was roaming, finding a sense of peace in the dark. But something clattered, and they heard footsteps.
Filament was not supposed to be awake. Elder Amarah had told her countless times to at least stay in her room. But she did not listen. And thinking no one was around, she ran right into Lux, stumbling back at the content.
She squealed at the sight of them, but couldn’t run. It was like her legs were glued to the ground.
…she still wasn’t wearing her robes.
@filamentforeverforsakened
They jumped slightly at her squeal, involuntarily stepping away from the source before correcting themself.
They blinked several times, lowering their gaze to the cultist now. Their pale eyes fixed on her, the rest of their face still cast in shadow.
With a rustle of fabric, they cleared their throat. Certainly it wouldn't be too difficult to speak to a young child, would it?
"Sister Filament... what are you doing, roaming the halls at such a late hour?"
Lux spoke in a half-whisper, tilting their head ever so slightly. Strands of their sleek black hair fell across their face, and they did not correct it.
"I recall Elder Amarah requesting you to remain in your dorm.."
Unfortunately, it had not occurred to them that the sight of a ghostly older person dressed in long, dragging robes in the middle of the night down a dark hallway could potentially scare someone like Filament.