Dead get vacations?

Her eyes grew wide when the sound of her name reached her ears. He was speaking to her. This ghost… Siren had to sieve deep into her memories to realize where she knew him from. He’d been very close to Mortis about the same time she had been kept in the Armada. He was obviously ethereal, and the real question was… Had Naiche turned into a ghost or was this some strange cruel dream.

"Fenmyre... Auster.” She answered him hesitantly. If this was a hallucination it was different because he was interacting and talking to her. ”Are you sleeping?” Siren asked in return, completely unaware why he was here or why he would appear to her of all wolves. She couldn’t even really remember his name. "I didn’t summon you, if that’s what you’re wondering.”


"Speech"