‘Living’ Lightly | curiositykills-thecat
At the sight of the startled ghosts face a giggle escaped the back of her throat, a real one not a telepathic one, before she gracefully landed and stood in front of Kait. “Oh, sorry not sorry,” Eira offered. “Thank heavens you came out, the branch was starting to irritate me laying there.“ She was very much a spirit, but she could touch things, feel their echoes (or was she the echo touching them?), and it had almost been enough to give her a back pain. Much more lightly she asked, with prior knowledge of Kait’s haunting habits,”How does it feel to be the haunted and not the hauntee?”
{ ♔ } - - - - - The brunette did not really expect a visit today- let alone a visit from a dear friend- but her sulkiness suddenly disappeared and was replaced with cheerfulness upon seeing Snow. “Of course you’re not sorry, judging by that smile on your face.” she replied with a playful smile. “Actually, I wasn’t suppose to go out but something made me. You know, I only go out during the day about twice a month. And unless bugs can’t bite ghosts, you should stay away from trees planted here.” she said, a pressed smile on her lips. “Unusual. I’m more used to haunting but with reversed roles, it feels so alien.”
