Yula had been floating about the place aimlessly, getting to know the woods and inspecting the rooms on the inn no one else had seen yet. Someone new was approaching, however, so Yula molded herself into a visible shape, carefully, grateful for the freedom that the crystal Nial held granted her. "Hello," the ghostly woman said. Today it wasn't so obvious that she was a ghost--only when you looked very carefully could you tell that she wasn't solid, or if you payed too much attention to her feet, which the grass just went through, or if you saw how her hair was unmoved by the wind. Her brown skirt, too, was unnaturally still despite the breeze, and her ruffled red blouse, as nice as it was for her complexion, seemed a little two dimensional. However, despite these failings she had found that it was less unnerving than a voice from no where, when she was first meeting someone. She said, mostly out of habit, "Welcome to the--well, actually, we don't have a name yet. Sorry. My name is Yula, though."
((Ahaha. My high school doesn't have a fencing team.))
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