ghosts with just voices; aranea, longear, any

[Aranea]

You only see what your eyes want to see You're frozen when your heart's not open The voices rolled over her, waves upon a tumultuous sea, and pulled her under with each word. She surfaced, gasping, only to be pulled under by the next ones spoken. They taunted her, called to her, and she had no sound to give them. Aranea had nothing to give them. She was a fool for coming, perhaps. What good was a diplomat with no voice? Fighting... she could do that... it required no sound but the language of her body. So why this? Why was she HERE? It was a question that circled around in her mind, a restless animal caged. The shadowy mare grew anxious, unnerved, until her fiery eyes found ones of blue. In a second she was grounded, wrenched to the surface by the calming color, her gaze riveted upon his. Her breath released in an exhale - she had not even realized she had been holding it. Fool, get a hold of yourself. Her attention slipped from the torrent of voices and instead focused on this silent entity. He had not joined the ruckus but instead stepped in her direction - she could not mask her surprise. Eyes of vivid orange widened as her head lowered to return his silent greeting. Despite her own insecurity (strange, that, for one once so confident) she appreciated his attention. It was good to be noticed, even if she could give him nothing more than a breath and a tip of her head. aranea the fire-eyed shadow of covet and sage