like the ceiling can't hold us

The babe was being goaded by the whisperings of the world around her. The spirits were angry. Frustrated. The less kind ones screaming for blood as of late. Something was amiss in the lands, but she wasn't sure what. It was irritating her. They were irritating her with their ceaseless banter and wails. There were many spirits here that had been dealt an unkind hand before death and now that she was here to hear them, they never stopped talking. Her lip curled in a quiet growl as she prowled along.

And soon enough, an opponent. She saw him as he called for someone to spar him, so she set her course straight for him and only stopped when she was a few short feet away. He was young. Bearing the stature of someone close to a yearling but not quite there. He was a big child, his size now told her he'd be quite big when he was fully grown. "I'd be mindful of where you are and what you're calling for, child. Not everyone comes for the same intentions." Her voice carried warning, though it also wasn't so unkind.

"Can you see me?"