Blackfeather Woods dream of my world, i live on my world

The stick was rather persistent -- as a matter of fact, it was actually a root that was quite firmly lodged in the earth -- and the ghost child growled as she tugged it. She managed to get a good grip as snow kicked everywhere but the stick seemed to be going nowhere. The ghost child was so focussed on the stick that she did not notice the dark one's approach, having presumed her counterpart to remain a coward as far as the snow was concerned. Therefore when paws kicked at the side of her face the pale child hadn't seen it coming and she flew into the snow as the dark one overtook her place at the game of tugging-the-stick-root.