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Although she heard the soft voice calling for her somewhere behind her, the female took her time to meet that someone's eyes, partly due to the stiffness that limited her movements. Shiny green came upon a very familiar pair of blue eyes. Part of her wondered what was she doing here, since it seemed inapropiate for the youthful girl to be strolling under the clouded sky instead of taking care of her family; but another part of her, the egoist side, was happy to know that somebody had paid attention to her lonely self and was actually asking for her well being.
"Ayasha? What are you doing here?" She asked, rather harshly due to her voice. Turning her whole torso towards her (her lower back began to sting, seeming as she had been bent for too long) and motioned her to get closer to the heat encircling the fireplace. "Come here, sweetie." She scooted aside to make some space for her, and, discreetly, she glanced sidewards to check on the spectral presence that had accompained her moments ago. She was gone. She could feeli it somewhere near her, but she was also gone. It was difficult to tell off when was Kali with her and when had she passed to her own, ethereal dimension, but she guessed that that was something solely for the dead ones to know. Anyways, some day she would find out about it on her own.
Glancing back to her younger companion, she realized that she hadn't answered her question, and also that she did not really want to answer that. "I'm...ok." She said, looking at her body. Apart from a few bruises, there were no visible marks that interrupted the wood shades of her fur that had resulted from the recent war. Her answer had only mentioned the physical part, which was far better compared with how she felt now. "I am just tired. This is something that doesn't erase easily." She sighed. Of course that the vision of the battlefield wasn't something easy to forget, and she would be dealing with it for a long time before happier memories took its place. "Are you ok, Ayasha?" She wondered as she twisted the edges of her skirt's dirty fabric, finding a new interest at how the fire reflected on the hot drink she had placed beside the fire.
Luna lives "Luna says" Luna thinks "Ghost says"
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