Bonesplinter Ravine macabre

"maybe tomorrow," she suggests, wondering if the ghosts even wanted to be found. but attempting to do so in the light seemed better than now. steps soft on the stone, she returns to where she'd lain previously, glancing back to her brother and hoping he would follow. "do you know any good stories?" she asked, not wanting to wake their mother for one but knowing sleep would come easier if she could lose herself within one.