Taalia Giovanni


Taalia's breath seized within her chest like a cold, bony hand around her heart as that spirit drifted past, its otherworldly perceptions failing it at that most crucial of times, much to the girls advantage.

Allowing herself to exhale as she saw the spirit round the corner at the end of the corridor, the girl peered back quickly to the ballroom within which the spirit had dwelled in forlorn frustration. Was this area important to it? She had not seen this area before, its novelty an electric shock through her system that maybe she was making progress in pursuing whatever attachment tethered this spectre to the mortal world...if it really was as such.

Swallowing gently, the girl rounded the corner and headed into the ballroom, her eyes swivelling back and forth as she searched for something, anything, that could serve as a gesture for how to either escape this mental maze or put this ghost to rest. Preferably both.