Blackfeather Woods adventure time

Unaware that the caretaker was nearby -- nor seeming to care -- the ghost child continued on her adventure alone. She galloped for some time, stretching her limbs and running until she grew tired through the dark forest and the paths that were lined with splotches of sunlight and old leaves. They rustled as she zoomed through. Eventually her gait slowed as she neared an altar placed here before her time, carrying heirlooms of older times.

She slowed to a trot and then a walk, and stood still to watch the dusty items placed all around -- rocks, shiny stones, assorted bones, herbs -- and admire the soft whispers in her ears and the feeling of home this place exuded.