Greatwater Lake the ghost by the lake

At first the creature gathered her interest as it glided through the sky, fearlessly. Much like the lights of the spirits would, except not white nor glowing. The pale youth watched as it drew closer and closer, but she did not flinch nor move from her position until it was very close. Every moment before then she thought to herself that it would be drawn away, surely, at some point, but then it was not.

She dove at the last moment, only to realise that she had been fooled the moment after when she heard the bird's sounds which were almost like laughter. She looked up at the bird and stared, tail tip twitching, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate. For thought she was a spirit, she would return the favour to any who messed with her.