A stranger appeared, ashen in hue and marked with crimson. She was solid in build, a little on the bulky side when compared to the willowy form of the ghost herself. She'd vacated one of the rooms leading off from the tunnel, just ahead of the ivory dame. Lirika was greeted kindly, with a broad smile and polite words. The pallid femme dipped her head politely. "Greetings," She replied softly, and looked about. "is this your home? I did not intend to intrude." She murmured, returning her gaze to the other. Her expression would be easily interpreted as cold, though it was simply her resting expression.
This woman was nearly as tall as the phantom herself, though falling just shy of her enormous height. Mercury optics skimmed over her markings, admiring the intricacies and subtle shifts in hue. Interesting. She must not be from the area, as she had not seen anyone with such markings living in the area. Something fluttered in her peripherals, and she snorted, reaching down to smooth her feather adornments against the downy softness of her breast. "My name is Lirika Lunashka-Bane," She spoke softly, though her lips had yet to curve into any sort of friendly smile. "might I learn yours?" She enquired, brow quirking just the slightest in question.
