Let the Ghosts Laugh At Us, We'll Laugh Right Back

"You know?" she questioned with exasperation, letting her paw fall away from his cheek once he was fully looking at her and he seemed to blink as he was pulled away from whatever was entrancing him so. He knew their children could see some unknown... thing and he didn't bother to mention it? She stared at him incredulously, expecting some kind of answer or explanation from her husband. He did begin to say something, only to get distracted by a firefly that drifted between them, pulling his gaze away to something behind her. He exclaimed something about a "him" that he was seeing and trotted off away from her. "Alastor, I swear to the gods, if you don't-" she began as she turned to face him again, absolutely at her wits end about all of this, when her aqua gaze finally landed on whatever it was that her mate was speaking to as if they were old friends.

She stood there with her mouth agape, looking at the figure that had manifested seemingly out of no where, a cloaked figure that basically looked like a cloud of fireflies covered in a hood. He was indistinct to her and occasionally she'd blink and he'd disappear for a moment, but it was hard t deny that it was actually there, especially when Alastor was having a full conversation with the thing. Or perhaps she had fully lost her mind and she was just tumbling through a decent into madness along with her dear husband. Either way, she stood dumbfounded while he seemed to make some sort of deal with the thing and when he turned back toward her again all she could do was shake her head. "You're going to explain what all of this is and was and... just..." Manea sighed heavily with an exasperated shake of her head and turned back toward their den, more than ready to be done with this day.

"Manea Mendacium"