Blackfeather Woods adventure time

The ghost child sniffed some of the items that lay scattered around; some covered in thick spider webs, some looked like they had been used more recently or at least they had been left alone by the spiders. The child turned 'round to look at her caretaker upon her approach. Her tail wagged a few stray beats before attention was turned back to the altar.

The caretaker reached for a fetish that the pale child herself could not reach. Ears pressed forward as she moved closer and nosed it. It tickled her nose and she giggled an "eeheehee" that might remind one of Euron's younger years before being abruptly interrupted by a sneeze and bowling over against the stony, moss-grown altar from the impact with an 'oof'.