Sitting under a tree, Vex made sure she was shaded from the sun. She hated getting sunburns and knew how dangerous they could be. Holding her wide-brimmed floppy hat in her hands, she looked out over the lake. It really was quite pretty, a sharp contrast to the rest of this world.
“It’s quite peaceful on the other side,” she said quietly, without looking to the ghost who was sitting next to her. He didn’t reply; they never did. Nyx wasn’t actually sure they could all understand her, although some certainly did. Some reacted wildly to her suggestions to move on, while others just nodded in defeat. When she had first come upon him, there was a slightly scared expression look on his face. His body showed how he died: she guessed he had been killed by a gila monster. His ghostly shirt was torn, and she could see the wounds underneath.
Nyx glanced over at him and he refused to look at her. This wasn’t uncommon. Many were afraid to pass on, and she had learned long ago that it was normal. At first, she couldn’t understand why they would want to stay in the world that had killed them, but she learned that each had their own reason to stick around. This world, however, she was sure most would want to leave immediately.
After a moment, she looked around to see if there was anyone else near her. She was never sure who could and couldn’t see the ghosts, and she didn’t want to seem insane by talking to herself. Nyx hoped that anyone who hadn't heard her would simply assume she was taking a break from her work.
Most people couldn't see the average spirit, not even in Door. So it was interesting to see the young looking blond sitting next to a spirit and having what looked to be a pleasant conversation with the guy. It was curious and, as any who knew him well could attest, Vex was not someone to leave his curiosity unsated. So, rather than heading back to the orchards to do whatever menial tasks the fae thought he should be doing, he headed for the pretty woman and the nastily wounded spirit.
Vex wandered over and settled down on the other side of the spirit. There was enough distance between the two that no rumors would begin should anyone spy them, but they were close enough to converse should that be their goal. He didn't bother looking at the woman or what used to be a man. Instead he kept his brown eyes fixed on the far side of the lake. He couldn't lead spirits into whatever afterlife there was in this gods forsaken place, all he could do is speak to them, tell them he understood. He didn't understand, of course.
"That looks brutal, man." Vex told the dead man, eyeing the vicious marks across the torso. He hadn't died peacefully or painlessly. Not surprising, those were usually the ones that had the most things they felt needed to be finished. As thought something noncorporeal could fix the mistakes they'd made during their more solid days. Dumb asses.