((Thanks for making this post for me; I just was very uncreative for some reason. e_e))
One moment, peace.
The next moment, a spear crashing through her.
At that point, Moria had moved clear out of the way, into the brush. Although she truly wasn't a person any longer, instead a sort of spiritual entity, things still frightened her. Even if people couldn't see her most of the time, she could see them. And what she saw was frightening. She watched from behind a tree, still used to hiding. A very strange sort of woman had killed the little rabbit, said something, then gone off. Moria watched as she walked off. Scales? Was the woman covered in scales? She had never seen something like this happen before. It made her both curious and scared. Then again, she supposed there was little reason being frightened of somebody when one is dead. It wasn't like there was much worse that could happen to her at the moment; after all, being dead was the worst state one could end up in. She self-consciously traced a finger around the empty place where her left eye was once. People were more scared of her sometimes.
Moria followed the woman that she had found, having not much else to do. Her fingers brushed against the bark of a tree. Moria had found that she could still touch things, even though people couldn't necessarily touch her. Sometimes they could. It was all confusing, being in a state of death yet being able to be among the living like one of them. She could become visible like one of them, but that never went well. With her ragged clothing and missing eye, bloody, nobody would want to see her. She scared them.
As they reached the clearing and the woman sat down with her rabbit in hand, Moria gasped a little as the woman spat fire. She didn't know there was anyone, or anything, that could do that. In fact, she knew very little of the world, having lived with her parents in a small house on a farm most of her life, and as a young adult confined to a small village that nobody seemed to have heard of. She was so startled by the woman doing this that she became visible. Unfortunately, she didn't notice this, and now, instead of being a spectator and nothing more, was a young woman sitting in front of the fire, eye wide. Her clothes were ragged and her fingers had traces of blood on them. She mumbled something to herself quietly, her legs tucked close to her. A little lantern sat next to her, an unlit candle within it.