What is a ghost?
Her voice is a silver charm, bright as the blade of a knife. Friendly? He cannot say for certain. He does not know how like him these tiny strangers are. But he will not transgress; he does not realize he has done so already, merely by setting foot in the shadow of the trees.
"It is nice to meet you." Seiji returns her smile, even offers a shallow bow. Should he take her next statement as a warning? As a threat? He cannot be sure, and perhaps the cheer in his naturally kind features dims a shade. His dark eyes lift from little Niamh to the trees around and behind, the whispers of their leaves. "I have heard of Greatwood. I wanted to see what it is like. What kind of other things live here?" he asks, truly curious.
"It is nice to meet you." Seiji returns her smile, even offers a shallow bow. Should he take her next statement as a warning? As a threat? He cannot be sure, and perhaps the cheer in his naturally kind features dims a shade. His dark eyes lift from little Niamh to the trees around and behind, the whispers of their leaves. "I have heard of Greatwood. I wanted to see what it is like. What kind of other things live here?" he asks, truly curious.
Something dead that seems to be alive.
Something dead that doesn't know it's dead.
