Blackfeather Woods going off my head, down to somewhere

The sweet taste of success tasted rather bitter and sandy, but it did not matter much to the pale child. She lifted her head high as she took the root and bolted off to the other side of the clearing. She glanced from the corner of her eyes as she slowed to see if she was being followed by the dark one. The pale child felt confident in her abilities to outrun the dark one, but she had stayed to allow her to catch up -- whether it was because she wanted to be caught or because she had sacrificed too much speed to look where the other was -- and soon a yank in her tail stayed her.

The impact of the grabbing of her tail left the ghost child falling flat on her face for she had not expected it. The root tumbled from her mouth though the ghost child let out a chuckled bout of laughter rather than being let down. She had only lost what she had only just gotten, after all. The ghostly girl scrambled to her feet, hoping to intercept the dark one before she could reach the root, if her tail would be let go of and she had been right in her assumptions the dark one would go for the prize once more.