When the two stopped a couple of feet before her, the older woman spared Lindon a glance that was full of complicated feelings. Then, she turned again to the otherworldly being beside him that she could see clearly with her own two eyes.
But she was still not as quick to jump to conclusions as her son had been.
From a closer distance, the Matriarch took in the ghost’s all-white traditional clothing, his long and partly unbound hair, and finally, his face. It was not one that she had seen before, and yet, there were aspects to it that she found very familiar, echoed as they were in the faces of people she knew and had known.
Not to mention, her own.
Giving a respectful but shallow bow, she addressed the ghost in the language of her ancestors.
“Spirit, if I may presume to ask, what is y
