Zea's favorite thing about the Meeting Place was that most of the time it was pretty quiet. People didn't go there to murder their way around, or even cause direct harm in general. It made for a far more serene spectral community than she'd found when she ventured out any of the portals to the mainland. People there didn't have the first fucking clue what to do with ghosts. No wonder they all went deranged before they faded.
She'd come to find someone to help her dig out her basement. The damn thing flooded every time it rained, and it rained frequently. She was well-known enough around Thanatos that while refusals were polite, invitations to go near her basement for pay were always refused.
Unfortunately, someone visiting this realm of soft grass and sturdy trees had brought a guest in with them, and it was not coping well. That assessment was the last thing the priestess remembered. As for where she was now... that wasn't her fault.
Currently, Zea was picking her way barefoot across the pointed needle-like leaves which stabbed outward from tree branches in lieu of proper foliage. Clad only in an ochre shift, her body had stopped trying to shiver its way back to warmth some time ago. It wasn't accustomed to such low humidity, such sharp breezes, but even it knew when to give up. The light which shone down in shifting pools between the trees would have warmed most people enough, but Zea's body just felt the chill.
She found a river.
Yes. That was what she needed. She needed a river... this river. Was it this river? Maybe if she followed it, she would figure out whether this was the river or whether it was another one. They all connected, right? It had to lead somewhere, right? Maybe it would lead to the river, the river. Her fingers and toes were clumsy with cold, so when she tried to climb down the bank she just ended up slipping into the river itself. That was even colder, but the rocks at the bottom were smooth.
Zea began to walk upstream, seeking the river's source. Her dress was dark with cool river water, just cool enough to be refreshing to someone who wasn't from Thanatos, and clung to her skin as she walked against the current. She needed a river. Right? She remembered a river. There was something there. She needed... something. When she found it, she'd remember why she remembered it. Then things would be clearer.