Blackfeather Woods adventure time

Chest pumped hastily in the wake of the run she had had when she halted by the altar, though head and ears were erect in serious interest. The ghost child took a few tentative steps forward as she licked her lips and stepped towards the altar. She sniffed bones covered in old paint, colour gone stale over time; they must have been someone important's, a fact that she did not guess but somehow simply knew. There was magic coming from all of the items round this altar, colourful swirls of magic.

As she heard a rustle the child turned 'round abruptly to look upon her caretaker, only realising just now that he had been followed.