"Ahh. I'm so bored. This life is incredibly tedious." A tall, curved woman lay spread out seductively across a silver rock, her pale wispy body fading in with the mist around her.
"You should go out and find something then." A throaty voice chuckled. "Humans are so entertaining." The large man inhaled from a shimmering brown pipe, shaking his head at the thought. "I can't say I ever believed in us though. Would have none of that nonsense on my boats."
"It's because the Gods have abandoned us!" A high pitched screech called out, her chestnut ringlets swayed madly around her head. "They've deemed us unfit for a world of our own! We're not worthy of their time to sort us into heaven or hell!" Her bony tanned body shook as the Greek woman rocked back and forth, clutching a wrapped up rag she believed to have been her son.
"Oh shut your trap, Anastasia! We've long had enough of your moaning!" The taller woman snapped back. She wore a silky black dress, simple yet elegant. Her midnight-tainted hair appeared neatly brushed, not a single curl in sight as it sat upon her shoulders, softly flowing down her back. Apart from the red pupils, her eyes were empty of colour; a void just like everyone else's in this so-called land.
"Calm now, calm. Behave, Kuromi." The bearded man took another breath from his pipe before carrying on, "Ignore her, she was too religious in life, there's no superior being or sanctuary. When you die, you die. We just got caught somewhere in the middle. Go out and search for something. Tease an animal, mess with some occults, I don't know but if you're this bored again then go visit the human world again."
"I suppose so. But Emrys, find some form of locking Anastasia up before I get back. I don't want to return to more deafening lectures on meddling with the worlds." At that point in time the Greek woman was yet again rocking back and forth, singing softly to herself;
"Make no noise, no sudden shock, my little boy sleeps;" Her croaky voice overflowed with love as she silently cried into the bundle of rags. Emrys shook his head pitifully but waved off Kuromi as she indifferently wondered away, deep into the encaging mist surrounding them.