[ Noctis, reclined on the twisting trunk of a half-bent tree with his cat curled up on his chest, glances idly up at Alucard, and then around them at the congregated wisps. He's been doing his best to ignore them, but there are more now than when he last looked. He's heard enough of the tales the fishwives used to tell by the docks in Thalassa to know that men who ventured out into the marshes following ghost-lights did not come back.
Were they fishwives' tales? Yes. Is he taking his chances? Absolutely not. ]
Don't the stories say these things are the ghosts of dead people? Maybe they're just attracted to their own kind.
2. whispering willows
Were they fishwives' tales? Yes. Is he taking his chances? Absolutely not. ]
Don't the stories say these things are the ghosts of dead people? Maybe they're just attracted to their own kind.