Sun Mote Copse choke all my love away

He caught sight of movement, finally, but it wasn't food that he spotted: it was a pale girl. She didn't look to be much bigger than himself. The overcast sky made everything so dim and blue-grey that she seemed ethereal - but in the way a ghost seems ethereal. Menacing, almost. The boy adjusted his path to coincide with her position, but by the time Titmouse found his way closer, the sky had decided to open up and spill sheets of water. He shook off and ducked beneath some low-hanging branches of a young spruce, and then while blinking through the rain called out: Hello? Just in case she was a ghost.