Moving only her eyes, Lantern sharply glared at the other kuhna...it did not seem to be quite...mortal. Perhaps it was, and it was only...different, or perhaps it wasn't and only took on mortal form. Somewhat like herself. She only knew two things for sure about this one, and those were that the kuhna was not of her kind, and that Lantern did not like her. Not at all.
She didn't even know why she was so irritated by the creature. It was not like she was particularly wrong about anything, and had every right to dislike Lantern's presence, but yet the ferrikoon formed creature still disliked...it. Yes, Lantern thought to herself, this kuhna was definitely an "it"...it did not deserve "she" or "her". It was it. And it was annoying...so Lantern would ignore her.
Turning her attention back to the kuhna she had originally set eyes on, she recalled hearing the poor critter say something about the book. Lantern looked down at the book and back to the kuhna with an amused smirk. Then she flipped the book in the air, in the kuhna's general direction. If the kuhna failed to catch it, it would probably- well, Lantern didn't really care. Aside from satisfying her need to be entertained, she cared next to nothing about these creatures. And by the way, she had noticed, with immense satisfaction, that she had hit a nerve in stating the form of the wraith earlier.
"You are quite the strange little critter, aren't you? So young, weak, and vulnerable, and yet you come to such a place as this. Makes one wonder, doesn't it?"
Since she had surfaced supposedly from the floor, the moon had been hidden behind clouds, but now it revealed itself again, its light casting light shadows across the room. Someone with perceptible eyes would proabably now notice that the ferrikoon was strange indeed.
For Lantern had no shadow.