Trish was following Dark around, silently and respectfully. Every step he took, she took. Ever move he made, she made. Whenever he spoke, she silently repeated his sentence silently to herself by in mute mimicking his words with her lips. She held her staff tight, as if it was a precious gem or a teddy-bear wherever they went. Because to her, it was more important than life itself. Considering the fact that she had no actual life, it was literally the truth.
She had pulled her hood down, revealing hair blacker than than the depths of night itself and deeper than outer cosmos. Not even under the lights in the roof, the reflecting brightness barely even granted a nyance into the lightless everabsorbing dark hair. From the point that she had arrived to the physical plane to the present time, the skincolor that 'Trish' first had was no longer as pale as before. More color had been applied, granting her a more living appearance. The markings, or tattoos as they could be considered did not glow as bright as they once had. They had faded into a more grayish touch, rather than the former bright white glow. Her facial expressions were more relaxed and in comfort than formerly as well.
Her voice during the rare occasions that she did speak, had gotten a very obvious change at accent and tone. What once was a voice of uncertainty, fear and quivering had become more comfortable and tender. It had also in an utmost strange manner gained a brittish accent, which was more than just a minor surprise since none of the previously interacted humans had such an accent. If it was something she had caught on the TV, or if it was part of her former existing life catching up with her was impossible to tell. What little she knew, was that not even as a vailer had she felt such relaxation and ease with herself and surroundings.
Her interest for the entity known as Dark had shifted alongside time as well. Whom she once followed like an apprentice followed a mentor, was now being beholded as something else. While she not yet knew what it meant, she wanted to imagine herself and Dark much like them two short people that was in three them movies she had seen on the TV last night. She knew that the word to use was friendship, but using it felt rather numb. Much like between them little people on the TV, friendship werent sufficient to describe her admiration to the winged entity that she had followed around. While she had not spoken much, her admiration to him had grown more and more visible for every passing moment and event.
She had also grown more aware of her own situation. While she was not living, nor actually dead, and her duty on this plane was still one unknown, she had found her calling. She found humans and various creatures alike rather fascinating. She was determined to learn all there was to know about these fascinating creatures. Or at least all there was to learn from this Dark character that walked before her. She had also learnt to relatively percieve the activity of time itself and what essence it had to this physical plane. She had realised that for a minute, an hour was a long time. For an hour, a day was even longer. A day was not even worthy to be a shade beneath the greatness of a year. While she had yet to learn how to connect these in some manner, she knew that they were indeed connected and that time was used to determine location, age as well as winning or losing.
She was getting a hang of things. Or so she thought to herself.