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[color=000000][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
💀 Happy Harbour, next to Nymph.

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 [@dreamingflowers]
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“Do we need to contact ma’, or Zatanna?” Coal spoke, a sense of worry in the crow’s voice. Worry? An onlooker would have been surprised, hearing such from this specific, spiritual avian. That of which had been bothering Casper was growing all the more potent, and it was clearly distressing the boy. However, Hex’s attention was soon confiscated by the training at hand, by his teammates. Talon and Daphne had reached the end of their spar, their battle, and the emotional turmoil within Nymph was obvious. One did not require the ability to read minds or sense another’s heart to draw this conclusion, neither of which Casper was capable of. 

[color=FFE4C4]”It’s gone now..,”[/color] Hex stated, clenching his teeth, before regaining lost equilibrium. Had the situation been different, more time and far more effort would have found itself sunk into the scenario at hand. Whatever it was that had been calling out to him undoubtedly appeared powerful, Casper could assess that much. It was reasonably a dangerous force, one extending its cold, unforgiving hand. It always was. Across the shore, few things sought to offer aid unless called upon. Throughout Hex’s studies, he had come across warnings in regards to Demons, Devils, and those of the Nether Realms. However, something he had learned for himself was that the very same caution would apply to his own people. The undead. [color=FFE4C4]”Look..,”[/color] the Wraithborn spoke, his phantasmal gaze fixing its unnatural stare at Daphne. 

Though a moment’s passing was required before Coal moved on from what had only recently transpired, the crow turned to their flowery ally in the distance. There were other things to focus on, currently. Something more pressing, and something certainly more present. “You should go and hug her.” 

Freezing in his step, Casper paused. A hug from the Wraith? Would that have been an appreciated act of friendship? He had oftentimes embraced Coal, and it was a comforting experience, to be sure. However, it was less so his own reaction to such a decision which halted Hex’s stride, and more so Daphne’s own. He had already scared her away, once, hadn’t he? Or was that Coal simply turning a situation into what it wasn’t with whimsical jokes? Likely. However, if Hex based every decision on the risk of scaring the other party, he could very well shut himself away from anything with a pulse. Narrowing his gaze, the Wraith frowned. They were a team. They were supposed to be there for each other.

           [i]’I know it will be hard, Casper, but they are going to be your friends, your family.'[/i] 
                          [i]'Yes, they might be frightened by you, but if you let that get in the way..,'[/i] 
                   [i]'You’re the one who’s afraid.’[/i]

Zatanna’s words acted as encouragement, as if a hand had placed itself on the Wraith’s shoulder. She was right. [color=FFE4C4]”A hug..,”[/color] Casper repeated, insecurity present in both voice, and body language. The Black embracing The Green, how ironic. Some may even consider it poetic. [color=FFE4C4]”Okay..,”[/color] Hex decided. If it was ironic, then let the joke be told. 

With his frame vanishing, dark, Necrotic energies transporting Casper from where he had once been, the boy soon appeared closer to his ally, his teammate. Manifesting like the ghostly entity he was, Hex possessed enough social graces to understand the need for initial distance. He did not want to scare with the unexpected, especially not whilst a vulnerable state was to consider. Rather, Casper remained standing a select few feet away, his spectral eyes landing on Daphne, before soft, echoey words left his lips. [color=FFE4C4]”You did great..,”[/color] the Wraith found himself speaking. [color=FFE4C4]”I.., know it’s frightening..,”[/color] he continued, slowly approaching the girl before he sat at her side, feeling grass beneath him. [color=FFE4C4]”When I fought Canary, I thought I was going to faint..,”[/color] Casper shared, a small, mellow smile bridging itself across his lips to reveal those shark-like teeth beyond. [color=FFE4C4]”But..,”[/color] there was a short pause, Casper’s focus remaining on Nymph, [color=FFE4C4]”it’s okay to be scared..”[/color]

Landing atop a branch, Coal stood silently watching. Were crows able to smile, there would surely be such an expression present. “Proud of you, kid,” a quiet statement left the spirit’s beak. 

[color=FFE4C4]”I don’t mean to overstep..,”[/color] Casper tried, with yet another pause soon following. He could not let insecurity get in the way. Progress had been made, and he was going to keep making it. Raising his slender arms, the boy gently embraced Daphne, if only for a moment before releasing her. [color=FFE4C4]”I’ll.., haunt you until you feel better..,”[/color] the Wraithborn finished, his smile tenderly widening.