Hao Gieum, Is Being Nice?

Coming to awareness, Seth knew-- he wasn't awake.

What with the last memory seared into his mind had been the dark figures made of-- no that made the shadows in an inventory space. Of what, or why he was in such a place he couldn't quite remember.

And this not dream-- it was suitably unsettling.

A vast expanse of what looked like a sketch work of rolling hills. Far, far into a distant horizon. Of a black nothingness that passed for the sky.

One blink and Seth found the wish granting ghost sitting pretty with his hands on his knees. Looking at him with a too-long grin and the sly eyes of a cat.

"You've... never, come to talk to me," he said of the spirit with blood red eyes.

"No I haven't, but," Hao Gieum shrugged, "I've decided I want you around."

"Around?"

"Alive," he said, "for one, your brother in my space, following me, it's gotten annoying. And you aren't awful company. For someone who couldn't see me otherwise."

"Uh huh," Seth accepted, "but those shadows you talked about. Would you be in trouble?"

"No more than usual," he replied, voice more distant than normal. "So, about Drake..."