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The concerns of this man meant nothing to the ghost as she heard the man demand she reveal her presence. His accent was strange, American? Sounded American... Wrapping her red cloak around herself tighter, she kept herself out of sight of the man as she listened to his plea with some interest. The concerns of mortals never concerned the dead normally, but this was one in a million. Isha was not a vengeful spirit who hated all, there was retention of her traits when she was human from the decades long before the birth of either Jason or Richard. From the depths of her ancient consciousness, Isha was surprised at the rememberance of her life before death. A child was in danger, a child... needed her.
The family had been moved out into the colonies. As usual, they needed some of the local women to take care of the children while their mothers and fathers continued the expansion of the British Empire, consolidating their rule over their homeland and introducing unwanted Christian values on a land that had never asked for them. But none of that mattered to Isha, work was hard to come by and she had to send money home to keep Samesh and her mother fed back home while her husband worked in the military. Joining the Ecclestones, she took up the profession many women her age did and became an ayah or Nanny.
It was a warm day as they sat in the shade of the veranda. Taking another handful of cowrie shells, she threw them onto the embroidered cloth square and moved her stones forward by the amount shown before a bell rang out through the streets. "Ah, I think the kulfiwallah is coming. Picked a good day for it. Perhaps if you ask your mother nicely, she might give us money to go and get some?" Isha offered to the small boy with dark hair and blue eyes. "Yeah!" With that, Tommy jumped up and soon returned with a few coins from his mother. Following him into the streets, her suspicion was soon confirmed as the boy under her charge bought two little clay pots of the Indian ice-cream, handing one to Isha. "For me?" She asked in surprise. "Mm, because I love you, Isha!" Tommy replied, hugging her around the legs. A smile appeared on her face, her bangles clanked together as she ruffled his hair affectionately. "I love you too, Beta." She replied softly.
The memory ended and for a while, the dark rage calmed inside her and for a while, would be replaced by her maternal instinct. A strange voice on the wind whispered and found it's way to Jason's ears. "I will find the child for you. There is nothing you can do for me." Her Indian-Accented English came through as she teleported.
The group with Richard would find their path and immediate area strewn with cowrie shells and seawater as the cloaked figure appeared from nowhere in a flash... "Is your name Richie?" She asked the boy, unwilling or unable to take her hood down. Her sodden red dress flapped in the wind, the air smelled of the ocean, the briny scent wafting in the winds unnaturally.
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