Firestone Hot Springs That’s a fundamental mistake

please note the feathers decorating her are currently the following colors: pale blue, white, and gray

The stage was set long before she stepped into the world where memories of a woman that she resembled might linger. The lights were lit, a gentle and colorless illumination that seemed to make her ivory fur glow as if she was not of thos world. Ah, maybe she wasn't. Feathers shivered along her neck as the ghost wiggled in place before she moved further into the mist and fog, her frame looking more ethereal by the second.

A soft hum seemed to float along the soft breeze. Proceeding her as she slowly danced across the earth, that was when she spotted the man of ash and smoke. A demonic creature to her angelic presence, pale eyes lingered over his frame as she moved along with the mist to seem not quite there one moment and more solid the next.

Her humming seemed almost not apart of her before drifting off with the wind, maybe it would make this man ask if he had even heard her at all? 

This creature was like her, a curled tail and mixed heritage that set him apart from the rest. The only ones she had seen with such a tail or with stripes like that were if her brothers or her mother. How strange to find something so familiar in a land of nothing but stories.

She finally came forward, the fog parting and her frame seeming more solid as she looked at him with a smile of both angelic ruse and a type of heat most strangers usually saved for those they knew. There was something about this man that made her think of spells and rituals that would benefit her more than him but most enjoyed the attention she gave when these ceremonies were preformed.

Show time, the act was beginning just as the curtains parted for the scene to unfold.