Now, one has to understand that Anna in her second life had never been particularly rational. Though she herself could have been considered a monster, she still retained the prejudices from her time as an ordinary woman and they emerged as her eyes fell upon the large clay Golem. At first, those beautiful features twisted in alarm and shock as she forgot for a moment that she was not the Anna she had been remembering. Then, as soon as they had come those emotions left her. The void had to be filled with something, and as was the case all too often she filled it with anger. Anger at having been made to feel weak and helpless in the face of the strange interloper. Rage that it had disturbed her mourning.

It had probably not gone unnoticed by the friendly Golem that she was not pleased to see him. His attempts to converse with her were met with similar hostility. Had he been able to just speak to her he might have been able to avoid the inevitable conflict. As it were, his inability to placate Anna could cost him, at the very least he may be forced to find another path to follow. Minor inconvenience perhaps, perhaps not.

Anna sized the Golem up with an interesting glance. It seemed to her to be a large man-like creature made of clay, which was a pretty accurate observation as those things go. What it was doing on her stretch of beach was uncertain, what was certain is that its presence was intolerable to the Wraith. 

“Go away!” She yelled, her diminutive voice bolstered by some more ancient force, barely perceptible yet somehow with an affect not unlike the echoing of a mountain. She slowly submerged herself, floating as she was about ten meters out from the shore, leaving only her head exposed to glare at the Golem.