Ghost Lion Crag for the trees that we see cannot forever breathe, with the changes they will confront

Weejay felt ashamed of her fear, but she couldn't help it. This man reminded her of the spirits the stranger in the swamp had mentioned -- and maybe he was a spirit, come to take her. He was so lean, and dark, and lurky -- everything about him seemed more spectral than terrestrial.

He smiled at her, his posture held perfectly -- the curl of his lips almost gently welcoming. Weejay felt a bizarre rush of two conflicting emotions overtake her then -- safe and dangerous at once,  it's okay I was just being a little silly and but my gut says something else.. Wrestling with these, Weejay gave back a shy smile but did not move. "Are you a spirit?" The girl asked, bashful and still feeling a sense of terror beat through her blood.