Snippet #2727038

Barely even a silent breeze was ruffled in the still air of this dead place as a new presence entered it. Perhaps entered was not the correct term to use, more appeared or rather existed within. It was as though the figure had always been there, but had simply been waiting for the correct moment for it to reveal itself... Or maybe it had never existed before and finally at last it had gestated enough to find itself fully formed. And perhaps the truth of the matter meant little compared to the simple fact that the matter itself existed in the first place.

As though it were the most casual thing in all the world a gloved hand reached over a robed figures shoulder and plucked the pink letter from their grasp, as though it were the actions of a gentlemen kindly picking the head of a rose for his lady love. The figure the arm belonged to strode away a few paces, twisting the letter over in its hand as it held it up to the light, what it was looking for none could truly say but it seemed satisfied soon enough as it turned about to look at the robed figure.

From afar the two would seem almost copies of each other, this strange newcomer was dressed in a long cloak and hood that covered its body well. Every inch of the strangers body was covered in some black material, from their arms to their feet and even their face was covered in a plain black mask which seemed almost to faintly draw in the light around it. Slight locks of hair, silver as moonlight of a summers moon just barely peaked out from under its hood and within the mask, where only eye holes laid a pair of amber eyes, almost golden, looked back at the figure it had taken the letter from, seeming almost to look both at and into the figure before them.

"My apologies." He spoke, for indeed it was a mans voice though certainly not with an accent that seemed to be entirely place-able, it was almost alien to the ears the longer he spoke. "I believe that this is yours is it not? It was awfully rude of me to take it so but I had not realised that you were not a statue, such was your lack of... Presence." He spoke almost with a smile, though if he were smiling it would be impossible to say, as his gloved hand reached out to give the pink letter back.