Blackfeather Woods 'Cause out of sight is out of mind

Sell you on it? No way. Being stuck there a week was hell enough. Despite the playful humor that was running through this conversation, the visceral reaction she had thinking of that place was very real. It had been a pretty cool spot but it would be a long time before she'd walk those cliffs again. That was the whole start of it, though, wasn't it? Before that she'd been convinced the life of a lone witch was her calling. And afterwards, every time she thought of picking things up with Killdeer and running, the promise she'd made herself was a hell of a lot easier to keep if she just remembered her time alone in that canyon.

Her expression transitioned into a really look when he asked her again, but she could play along. What, trees aren't enough for you? She asked, then huffed a small laugh. Fine. Ghosts. And not lame, metaphorical ones. I mean the real, creepy, hear them in the woods after dark kind. I always thought it'd be cool to live somewhere haunted. She shrugged.

I got pretty excited, hearing some called the woods near the Caldera that. Turns out it was just a name though. Not a single ghost worth knowing. She waited, wondering what he'd make of that little request. Bronco had always been pretty tolerant of her weirder pastimes, but he didn't strike her as the type to be fond of ghosts.

It was mostly tongue in cheek, but if they did snag a place with some cursed residents? You wouldn't hear her complaining.