"Such a pleasure to have you three here." The voice that filled the air had Enna stilling, the flute lowering from the figures lips, the golden eyes that fell on her flashed as the other figure moved forward a step before stopping. Enna shifted from ome foot to another, her crimson gaze flicking from one to anther, the weight that had settled in her stomach seeming to grow as the figure moved forward again and stopped once more. 

Something didn't feel right, something almost familiar about the faint scent that filled the air, taking a breath and calling ice to her to lifted her hands. Only for her whole body to tense and the breath she'd just taken to leave her lungs in a whoosh as the ice-blue eyed figure appeared just inches in front of her. The hand that reached out and cupped her cheek had a soft half-whine escaping her throat as the familiar sent from years ago filled hee nose and had bile clawing at her throat. 

She couldn't be alive, Enna had smelled death from her limp form. The house had fallen on her, the scent of lavander and autumn leaves that filled her nose seemed to tell another story. Knees weak and eyes wide, Enna tried to swallpw, take a deep breath, anything really as the eyes before her blind slowly and the hand left her cheek. The feel of pressure against her chest had Enna backing away and lifting a had to rub, the mist that had settled had vanished now, and yet the panic that was attempting to claw through her chest only intensified as the first figured lowered its hood. The second cllaw behind, Enna dropped to her knees as her grandmother's pale face came into view, the second figure was a male with ginger hair and pale skin. 

She couldn't breath. Her grandmother couldn't be alive, and yet she stood before her, moving forward again as if to hug her. She. Couldn't. Breath. [@SomeoneSomewere]