Esther Linley

Esther stood at St. Michael’s square, not quite believing her eyes. Surely this wasn’t hell, but it didn’t seem like heaven either. She noticed someone standing behind her and turned around, “Oh, hello. I’m Esther, I don’t have any directions for you as I have no idea where I am, but…well I’m sensing that all this isn’t hell at least.”

Myra looked at the woman standing in front of her, she seemed lost, but then again, Myra herself was lost. “Hi Esther, I’m Myra. I’m not all too sure what this place is either, but it is definitely way too nice to be hell.” Myra walked up to Esther and stuck out her hand for her to shake. “Well, whatever this place is, I’m sure we’ll have a blast.”   

Esther couldn’t help but grin at the girl. Her bubbly energy radiated off her in waves, enough to make Esther smile wide. “Myra,” she sounded out the name slowly, “very pretty.” 

Esther stood at St. Michael’s square, not quite believing her eyes. Surely this wasn’t hell, but it didn’t seem like heaven either. She noticed someone standing behind her and turned around, “Oh, hello. I’m Esther, I don’t have any directions for you as I have no idea where I am, but…well I’m sensing that all this isn’t hell at least.”

Esther looked at the pretty blonde in front of her, she felt the urge to reach out and twirl a lock of Alana’s hair. Hm, this one’s not human, she thought, thinking idly about how a strand of the girl’s hair would make for a lovely hex potion. 

There was something...off about some of the people around here. Aesthetic-wise. She hadn’t spoken to anyone yet, so Janine wasn’t sure if it carried on to how they acted but it was a little unnerving.

Esther regarded the woman in front of her, dressed a little awkwardly--like a character from a period drama. The woman had a bewildered expression, matching the open mouthed frown Esther had been wearing. 

Oh. Oh of course.

Hmm...her mind trailed off. Her blue eyes glazed over as her mind drifted towards Peter. Yes, that was a very good question indeed; was this the true after life? Did every dead soul end up here? Or was it just a select few?

There was something...off about some of the people around here. Aesthetic-wise. She hadn’t spoken to anyone yet, so Janine wasn’t sure if it carried on to how they acted but it was a little unnerving.

Esther regarded the woman in front of her, dressed a little awkwardly--like a character from a period drama. The woman had a bewildered expression, matching the open mouthed frown Esther had been wearing. 

Esther stood for a moment with both eyebrows raised, before taking another step towards the man covered in puppies, “Poor things. Someone must have left them here.” She looked up from the little critters into the man’s eyes, “They seem to like you.” 

Hello? Where am I?