Maybe the question should be why here as opposed to all the way out of the dark wood. It wasn't a bad place to stop surely, if one liked the dark, but where was the exit. A bad choice and one could still remain lost here wandering for a very long time couldn't they. But what if there was a reason why the spirit had come or had left?

A pinkish light flickered near the torn face of the semiformless male spirit, bringing him from a state of semi-consciousness to full awareness. the gaping holes in his face were not damaging to his ability to perceive the world, though here in this state the spiritual was far clearer than the physical, as though the roles of solid and ghost had been reversed. it spoke. the communication was not like words, but a pulsing of light. The quality and tone of the pinkishness varied from deep off pinks, to bright near white, and the patterns were where the speech was. He listened. It was interesting to hear the news. After the separation of a missing moon, it was good news. his spiritual heart warmed with hope at a living connection to the past. she had come somewhere he could find.

There was only one problem. It stood in the tattered soft snake shell textured Mask that Splattered flame had not yet trashed. He could not trash it as it was his tie to having a physical form, but it was useless for now. He picked it up, holding the shell mask gently with one of his claw like forepaws. He should come see her, She was close according to the messenger spirit, so he came, drifting at the pace of someone who wants to rush but is incapable of rushing, the dark torn face, the floating feathery mane which moved like underwater plants, and his movement through the air near the ground, symilar to paddling water.

He came through the trees. He'd probably be seen first by the whiteness of the gaps in his face, in contrast to the darkness the five eye like ones, and the partial jaw. Sabishii was no longer alone.