New branches on an old tree

The ebony clad woman was enjoying the serenity of her newfound space when she felt a gentle distrubance in the air. Emerald green eyes, of which had been closed, slowly opened as she woke herself from her endless nap. Black head slowly moved in the direction of the new presence and she curiously wondered whom had appeared within the spirit world. Silent was not one to complain, though; ever since her death day with Bronze, she had been open to guests of many types. Just recently, she had seen her great-grandson, whom was named after her beloved husband. Silently, she wondered if this being was related to him, too?

With practiced ease and the aide of her 'young' frame, Silent rose from where she had lay among the grass. It had obscured her from view, keeping her hidden for as long as she liked. When she popped up from her resting place (haha), she was surprised to see the young child not too far from where her nap had taken her over. His frame - colors and all - were very similar to Bronze's and a smile broke out across her ebony face. The smile reached her eyes and they twinkled with contagious mirth as she inhaled her great-grandson's scent. "My, my, who has come across my path?" she asked happily, curiosity making her voice dance with delight. "If I had known you were coming, I would not have taken my time to greet you." Silent took a few steps towards the young boy before slowly halting. She did not want to do anything to have him flee from her sight.