Greatwater Lake the ghost by the lake

The world was brighter yet than it had been before. Colder and brighter both. Yet it also provided the spirit with new means of camouflage. She could never quite hide in the darkness of Blackfeather Woods, but out here in the fields she did not show as much; her eyes were stark white and so was her fur. Especially on days like these when a layer of fresh snow continually blanketed the earth the ghost felt specifically at home. As if the world had decided to change, just for her sake.

However, with these means to hide also came the cold that seemed to pierce right through her fur. It was wiry and thin, not like the caretaker's fur but different altogether. Hopefully she would grow into it. Maybe it was just a phase.

The pale youth made her way to the large lake amidst the many plains that day round dusk, with the last beams of sunlight to accompany her, eager to check out a new place. She was quite the homebody for no place accommodated a spirit like herself like Blackfeather Woods did, but today the outside world's mysticism won her heart.