Happily Lonely

Radella shrugged and looked at the grave below her feet, she closed her eyes and started muttering something. Even as the ground under her stirred she continued to repeat the words, even though they weren't in English or any other language, you coudl tell it had something to do with the graves.
As something erupted from the ground her eyes shot open at the same time, but what stood infront of her was no skeleton, it was a soul.

Radella bit her lip and said with a sigh, "Ah well, you'll do..."
she then glanced sharply at Ewan and said, "It only appears like 5 year old questions to you because inside you are one." she smirked.

"Because, I was going to use it for something, I'll find another later..."
She turned back to the soul and spoke to it in a strange language, it nodded and disappeared into the shadows.
"You'll find there are any people who wnat to have army's o the undead, but little do they know that it's rather simple to rise so many, some of them can only conquer one and by then they themselves are dead because of lack o energy."

"That's why I have no use in Armies. But anyway, wouldn't you want them to back you up?" She asked, raising her pierced eyebrow questioningly.

Radella shrugged, "Ah well, some people are weak."