Kachiri felt herself being loosened. She was tightly wound up, having just ventured back from that wretched Egypt.

She stared around appreciatively, taking in the whirling colors, the soothing mumbles and murmurs as other spirits talked amongst themselves.

She could feel herself drifting. She was a bright blue splotch, to human eyes. And now she was floating, mingling with the other colors. She recognized a few of them. She had met many demons and demonesses in her time.

But of course there were countless millions in here, so it was just chance that she came by so many she knew. One caught her eye, a bright pink sailing about. She recognized it as Kiasha.

She willed herself over to her old friend, moving with effortless grace. She knew Kiasha from the time she had her second full life master. She was another demoness he had acquired and forced to stay with him.

She chose to use the English tongue, and a sweet soprano voice of a little girl to be the way it sounded. "Ah, Kiasha my old friend."

She kept watching Kiasha expectantly, waiting for a response.

It exhilarated her to see her old friend. It was pure luck that she had recognized her.

Kachiri would have smiled if she had lips, which of course she didn't. She could feel the void of the Other Place begin to wear on her, loosening her essence, letting it float about and be free.

And when Kiasha spoke she would have grinned, if she had lips. She was still her perky self. Thats what Kachiri loved about her. She was so happy and playful.

She answerer happily, still in English, still with the little girl voice. "I did just get back. I'm feeling fine. What about yourself?"

Kiasha seemed good enough, untainted by magicians and Earth, but Kachiri had been the same for a few of her masters, performing just as happily as if she was still in the Other Place.

Kachiri would have smiled again. Her essence was now a creamy white. She wished she had thought to destroy all the books with her name. Perhaps she would next time she was summoned.

Her essence turned a bit darker as she watched Kiasha's turn blue. "Ah, at least you had thought to destroy some!" She chided her, "I haven't destroyed any!"

Her essence returned to the creamy white. It was her color of happiness.

Kachiri's essence drifted towards a violet in her humor. "Exactly right," she muttered, her little girl's voice distorted because of her laughter

But suddenly her violet was a deep and violent crimson. The hooked barbs were pulling at her essence, fishing it out from the Other Place.

She struggled against the pull bu knew it was useless. Just before she was yanked away she looked at Kiasha apologetically, her essence already forming into what she would appear as, a Australian shepherd.

"Sorry," She murmured, and then she was gone, yanked from her bliss. And into the world of the magicians and commoners.

((Kachiri is finished in this thread unless by some miracle I decide that the poor magician that summoned her had a bad pentagram.))