Blackfeather Woods you are young and life is long

It did not take the ghost long to find out that something was wrong with the dark one. The woods were eerily quiet and the rendezvous site was downright empty without the dark one frolicking around filling it with her usual sass. The pale child had come to find her sibling, in case she was in some sort of pickle. The spirit wasn't sure where to search but it was not armed with her nose, but armed with the whispering trail of voices, that she ended up finding her way down to where the dark one was -- and Legs.

Surprised to find Legs and the dark one in the same place -- but also realising it a comforting confirmation of the realness of Legs -- the pale child looked from one for a short moment... Before mercilessly pouncing at the dark one, completely oblivious to her vulnerable state of being.