It was gradually becoming like she was diving under a deep sea, with the azury flame gradually becoming brighter, filling so much blueness inside what was otherwise a dull room of a cottage. More so when the azury chill gave a sense of comfort now, with no more biting through the skin… especially for the ethereal skin of the ghostly apparition of a young girl, whose lightly dark short hair hung upside down as she was swimming so freely nearing the ceiling while being topsy-turvy,
Gisalda finally found a way to be less ignored by the origami creatures that she created; while the land-walker ones might not be willing to get close to her, to run and hop around her, the only space left was the air, and to be with them she must first approach by being able to float herself amongst them… luckily, she was a ghost, and a ghost needed not a pair of wings to do so,
