Cerulean Cape ghost; is what they call you

kovas spares a brief glimpse from the corner of his eye at his ghost. she hasn't been overly covert about her shadowing of him and he's been moderately aware of her — aware in the same way that he's aware of a bird circling overhead. he knows that it's there but he does not give it his full and undivided attention. he goes on with his business and makes no effort to truly acknowledge that which he does not deem as a threat; and while following him around strikes him as unorthodox behavior she does not make to intervene or intrude and he, unperturbed by it in general lets her to her ...haunting.

she garners his attention now, however, as she slinks closer, her attention seemingly focused upon the pools that lay between them. a flick of the behemoth's tail follows the rise of his head and the fixation of his gaze upon her ghostly, pale form. his eyes assess her truly now, his own interest in the tide pools waning as he focuses upon the girl that has taken up haunting him for the past how many ever hours she'd first came upon him. she appears mindless in her search and subtly kovas lifts his chin and draws in the air, attempting to discern her scent.

"do you intend to haunt me all day, little ghost?" he inquires with an amused hum, giving the facade of returning his attention to the tide pool he stands before.