You found me now and you heard my call

Luke had never heard the story Osprey was sharing with him, in fact he not heard many stories at all except for the sorts he had shared with her: recounts, whether exaggerated or not, of the things that were done in times gone by. He listened with interest, picturing in his mind the beautiful colors of autumn and the ghosts and spirits wandering among it.

"Nothing scary about that," he chuckled, finding it difficult amid such a warm story to give any credit to the darker tales of ghosts, the ones that disturbed others. "I think it sounds wonderful. I would like to see it some day."