Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
She was no stranger to ghosts, this slender silver-haired creature. No matter where she fled, they followed her, taking the forms of those both living and dead. Sometimes Uriah ran beside her, his white-stockinged legs lifting high with each step. Sometimes she bedded down beside Bondurant or Solomon, and they would curl protectively around her— the memory of their warmth and scents so real that she could almost touch them. Once or twice she had even seen Morrigan, though the details of her mother’s appearance had been lost to the sieve of time. Seen as if through a veil of mist, only one detail of this vision was ever clear— the dark eyes that were as cold and unforgiving as if they’d been carved of stone. But the ghost that she turned to face now was a stranger, familiar only in the lines of sorrow that had been carved into her face. Lines that matched Sabriel’s own.
Does your heart weep as well, lady of the water?
The pale figure shifted closer, and the shadowy one flinched away from it instinctively. And yet… despite the careful steps that pulled their bodies apart— and the unease that fluttered her nostrils— Sabriel did not flee. If anything, there was more animation in her now than there had been moments before; a flicker of something that might have been hunger in the depths of her cobalt eyes. After an eternity of solitude, it was a treasure just to hear the sound of another’s voice. So she clung to the sound of it, marvelling at the elegant dance of the other woman’s words even as her mind puzzled over their meaning. I heard a tale that all bodies of water were made from the tears of the broken-hearted…
Silence followed the buckskin’s strange pronouncement, stretching on and on until it was as taut as Sabriel’s body. She could think of nothing to share that wasn’t too much, nothing that wouldn’t bare her wounds for the other to see. But she was already guilty of speaking to the shades who haunted her— after that, could it truly be so mad to share her pain with a stranger?
It didn’t matter. Like the Falls tumbling endlessly before them, the force of her sorrow could not be held back forever. Not without turning her heart as cold and implacable as winter.