06-15-2019, 09:51 PM
[Haha super late you say? In all seriousness, oops! Sorry to leave like that! And apologuies for not giving you an allies sooner, for whatever reason I skipped over that.]
The ghost flicked an ear "There's a camp? With other people?"
Her chest constricted, her tail fluffed. No no no, she didn't want other people. She wanted to be with her friend Arkyn, and the one friend she was looking for. She didn't want people to look at her. To see her. Hastily, she cast a nervous eye over her paws and tail.
She looked, she guessed, alright. Her tiny paws and pelt were a soft, almost white blonde. She felt the familiar brush of her sun-kissed pink bow around her neck, and at once she felt herself relax. Not too terribly bad, not too terribly good she remarked- though she couldn't recall a time where she looked good. She couldn't recall any time of anything though - so she supposed the blow was softened. Funnily enough, her appearance tickled a memory - or what she believed a memory to be. She remembered the warm day vividly, and someone's words even clearer. "Geisterblume, meine geisterblume."
The memory made her sigh, the chill of the air turning her bronchioles into crystal. She blinked, half surprised to not be surrounded in the flower meadow she remembered. maybe they had one in the camp? Right. Camp. She debated on wither or not to tell Arkyn that she was fine, but the truth was, she wasn't. People or not, objectively, she was cold. Freezing, in fact, if a ghost could feel cold. With a glance, she figured Arkyn was cold as well, and her indecisiveness wouldn't help either of them.
"If..Yes. Yes I would like to go to the camp please." She smiled at the large creature, finding a semblance of warmth in him. "And, Mr.Arkyn if you don't mind, you can call me Flower, or Ghostflower if you'd like."
The ghost flicked an ear "There's a camp? With other people?"
Her chest constricted, her tail fluffed. No no no, she didn't want other people. She wanted to be with her friend Arkyn, and the one friend she was looking for. She didn't want people to look at her. To see her. Hastily, she cast a nervous eye over her paws and tail.
She looked, she guessed, alright. Her tiny paws and pelt were a soft, almost white blonde. She felt the familiar brush of her sun-kissed pink bow around her neck, and at once she felt herself relax. Not too terribly bad, not too terribly good she remarked- though she couldn't recall a time where she looked good. She couldn't recall any time of anything though - so she supposed the blow was softened. Funnily enough, her appearance tickled a memory - or what she believed a memory to be. She remembered the warm day vividly, and someone's words even clearer. "Geisterblume, meine geisterblume."
The memory made her sigh, the chill of the air turning her bronchioles into crystal. She blinked, half surprised to not be surrounded in the flower meadow she remembered. maybe they had one in the camp? Right. Camp. She debated on wither or not to tell Arkyn that she was fine, but the truth was, she wasn't. People or not, objectively, she was cold. Freezing, in fact, if a ghost could feel cold. With a glance, she figured Arkyn was cold as well, and her indecisiveness wouldn't help either of them.
"If..Yes. Yes I would like to go to the camp please." She smiled at the large creature, finding a semblance of warmth in him. "And, Mr.Arkyn if you don't mind, you can call me Flower, or Ghostflower if you'd like."
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