Redhawk Caldera haunted

A toothy grin showed how very little the spirit cared for his use of words. She didn't even really recognise "fuck" as a bad word, for she had not heard it often and when it had been used, it had not been explained as such. Bad words were a foreign concept to the spirit.

Boom? she wondered out loud, and she stared at the large water-filled gap. What's exploding? Did you see it? Not this explosion, perhaps, but another? The spirit had no idea what such a thing was.