12-03-2018, 09:17 PM
Somehow, they always knew where she was even if she thought her evasion tactics clever and successful. Mother and father just always knew. Guess that’s what it means to be loved… but love and parents are far from her mind as the clouds lull her into further laziness and almost into sleep.
Each cloud was so magical as they morphed from fire-breathing dragons to cotton-tailed bunnies. She made up names and stories about each one in her head. There goes Saul the salamander and Becca the floofy bat. Then she half-raised her head, distracted by rustling sounds in the grass around her little hill. Wander didn’t dwell on the noises for too long, laying her head back down to resume her cloud-watching.
Boo!
The girl shrieked and bolted upright. She blinked her eyes in a mix of terror and surprise because of the disembodied voice that to taunt her from the very ether itself. But fear began to morph into curiosity the more the ghost tried to frighten her because it had such a soft babyish tone that she recognized. Wander figured it might be a poor infant ghost because ghosts could be babies too!
She spun in a small circle as she said, “Where are you?” Because she didn’t quite know yet that she couldn’t touch as a ghost just like she couldn’t touch the clouds. Of course she couldn’t see a thing, not even a telltale shimmer of ghostly air that could give the ghostie away. “You - you don’t sound all that scary!” she sputtered in bold disbelief, puffing out her little chest before the breath came whooshing out of her in a great big sigh.
Wander scuffed a good in the dirt and angled her head towards the ground, eyes downcast; “You still there lil ghostie?”
@[Pteron]