Blackfeather Woods waiting for something or someone to show you the way

The pale child did not think of 'spirit' as her name, but as what she was, but did not correct the other. Instead she merely listened as she introduced herself as 'Maegi'. Instantly the ghost decided that she would call this girl 'Legs' instead. It was such a more fitting name, just as how Spirit was more fitting than Averna to her.

Some knowledge had been passed on to the ghostly child, but because her caretaker did not speak not as much. She learned words and she learned of the Gods but in her mind the two -- the voices she heard, the signs she followed, her connection to the spirit world and the gods -- had not yet been connected as two inseparable halves of a whole. Pale eyes glanced at the moon as Legs told her about Azura, the god of night and day and the balance between the two. The pale child wondered instantly if maybe Legs also knew about a god that balanced the spirit world and the real world. It was the first time she realised that maybe, all that she was and all that she experienced was for a reason and because a god was steering her. Surely, the pale child herself was a prime example of the powers of such a god.

Instead she merely watched the moon as Legs asked her what she liked to do. As a non-verbal example of what she liked to do the ghost pounced at Legs' good paw as if it were a frog she was chasing. Then she looked up and said: "Frogs!" And after one last pounce at Legs' paw she hopped around like a frog -- or as good a frog imitation as she could muster, anyway -- while going "Robbit, ribbit, rabbit, croakity croak!" As frogs do, of course.