Sienna could hear the words the woman was saying, but her mind was elsewhere entirely. The ghost's eyes lay on the coffin in the middle of the room as for a brief moment she considered that this could have fallen through the moment it was opened. As far as she was concerned they could have been...
Once in life, Sienna had not made a habit of engaging with the Scitorari. It hadn't been her own line of work, focusing instead on creating magic. It had been her curiosity that had gotten the better of her, a young mother who had taken things just that little step too far. Her death had...
With the children in holiday, Sienna used her time to explore further parts of New Zealand. After making her way through Brightstone though she found she wasn’t the only one. “A ghost party? I could use one of those.” She floated past a small child, curious to hear what the others had to say.
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