Envoy's presence grew stronger as the day passed, an efficient reminder every time she walked into a room that took to long to place or lost her sense of presence in the building. It was less a haunting and more a careful, uncertain approach.
"Maybe, but it was confusing, and wrong. It wasn't how Scadrial is supposed to be. For one, the time period was wrong, and for another, some nobles talked about people from other worlds."
"Scadrial. Pre-Catacendre. But something was wrong, and they knew things they shouldn't have, so we went to go investigate, but we got caught and now she's alone!" His voice was choked, and he shuddered.
She felt the cold brush against her again, and realized that the window was still open. It hadn't been opened, as that would have made noise and caught her attention with the motion. But it was open nonetheless.