A dark black mass of hair lined the girl's face, pale grey eyes accompanying them as she stared past the treeline, her hands in the pockets of her light grey coat, faux fur lining it. Her hands were covered with black gloves, and there was a slight bit of her brick-colored turtle neck peeking from over her hood. Black shorts and leggings of the same color were put together with her outfit, her shoes mismatched. One was a simple red-like color, brick like her turtleneck, with a white sole, and the other was black with a red bottom, a few white accents on the sides. Eyelids closed, breathing slow, she seemed... Calm. Peaceful. But in her mind, a storm was raging, universes being shown, her own two human eyes unable to see them. Or... Was she human?
"I can smell your eyes looking at me, human. No need to be shy." A small smile formed on her lips as she turned a bit, looking down the hill towards you. No... Past you. You could tell. Turning a bit, you noticed a small human child, the pure blood of a human obvious. There was nothing to tell that the child was like her, absolutely nothing. No universes racing around their mind, no calm faces that hid storms, nothing. Only pure, childish curiosity. The child walked through you. It became clear that you were nothing but a ghost. The child approached the woman, who held out one hand. "I am Seiamorphal, but you can simply call me Sophie."
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First Bork
Random"Mom, how does one properly bork?" The little child asked. Sophie never had such a problem explaining in her life. "Well, y'see, you uh... Take it from your soul-" "Mom, you don't have a soul." "CHILD-"
