Snippet #2152753

The sun felt warm against her dead skin, its living qualities filling her and awakening her even more. The day was so much lovelier than the night in her opinion, though during the night there were less of the original plane residents milling around. She sometimes felt awkward about being able to see their every moves, when they would never be able to see her or really even know that she existed.

Speaking of existence, there was an overly concentrated soul near by. Aileena turned to see a dark figure in a hooded cloak watching her. She stood up and tucked her doll away in her back pocket. She began to approach him, though she was prepared to alter the light around her in order to render herself invisible. "May I help you?" she asked as she came nearer to the boy. She could feel mixed emotions coming from him, a contradiction of light and dark. What exactly that meant though would be determined by his words and actions, as no two people on the Forgotten Plane were exactly the same.