Blackfeather Woods But if you were my little girl

She sniffled about, the air much colder than in summer. She could not imagine the true warmth of the sun anymore, preparing for the bitterness of winter as she found her coat to feel thicker than before. She did not expect to have a ghost following her though, but the voice of the man did not startle her. Her thin form turned to look at him. Yes, she had seen him around before, but had never taken the time to even memorize his name. That he was the father of the Dark Master she would've never imagined, given his coat.

Good evening. She greeted with what resembled a curtsy. I don't know you well. She said bluntly, nearly expecting him to sit down and tell just about everything there was to know about him.