Sun Mote Copse lucid dreaming

The spirit could not help but chuckle at the comments. She hadn't even meant to sound honing but somehow it came out that way. Powergirl sounded a lot like a young pup who hadn't figured out how complex the world was. The spirit thought she knew who she was when she was five months old, maybe, but no longer. Powergirl was so eager to prove herself, wasn't she?

Do you, now? Such arrogance, so far unfounded, but there was something about that that drew in the spirit like a moth to a flame. With the playful smirk still on her face, eyes still as interlocked with the girl's as they were the other way around, she answered to the question: You. Which, of course, was a total lie because she'd never even known Powergirl existed until now. She just wanted to see how the girl responded.