Bien: The Banshee (Patreon)

"Where are we going?" L whispers, gazing around. Puck wanders ahead, peering at the open visor of an empty suit of armour and runs in a quick circle around a stack of books.“To the blind girl, of course.  We’re looking for the blind girl." He cups his hands around his mouth, shouting down the hallway. "Hellooooo?"“Shh!”  L flaps her wings frantically at him. "What blind girl?""The..."   Puck makes a face, vaguely waving his arms. “You know, little Bʲen. HELLOOOOOOOOO?"   A shriek so loud it nearly stops her heart erupts from behind them. Even clapping her hands over her ears doesn't help. It crawls down her antennae and rattles through her bones, turning her legs to jelly.  As it fades, L drags herself upright to find the source.A hooded figure waits a step into the dark, just over a metre tall and swathed in a hooded cloak with sleeves so long they swallow up her hands. Beneath are garments of night sky, distant stars twinkling beyond the silhouette of her body; and when she lifts her head, the hood shifts to reveal a pair of empty eye sockets."...quiet... in the libr... ary..."  The banshee whispers++++Excerpt from Imago Ch17: The Nymph's Reliquary