little nurse

Returning from an adventure in the misty lands that had quickly become his playground, the young Klein spectre wandered in the general direction of his sister's scent. She had gotten herself set up on the outskirts of the redbud nook and was busily fiddling with the strange glowing stuff that mama had resolutely forbidden them from messing with. From a distance, he could see her hefting the small objects laid out around her and launching them at the nearest hard surface. Each time they landed, she was quick to collect them again. Her dark form was nearly invisible amidst the mists and dark boulders. From the undergrowth, the little ghost of a child found his dappled form blended in somewhat with the mists but not nearly as well as hers. A pang of envy shot through him for a moment. It would be kind of nice to be able to disappear amidst the dark stone of the volcano. Watching her toss the mushroom at a rock, he couldn't help but cast his mismatched gaze about in search of potential onlookers. Mama would be pretty mad if she caught wind of this. He couldn't exactly start whining about it, since he'd almost instantly gone off and murdered a small animal that had been infected with the same weird glow.

Sauntering up with his tail high and shoulders back, the pallid child grinned lazily at Widow. "What are you up to?" he asked, peering around her shoulder to see what had happened to her little toys. "You know if mama finds out, you're dead meat, right?" he added with a wry grin and a little wag of his downy banner. He couldn't help adding a little bit of anxiety to the conversation, since watching her panic might be just the tiniest bit funny.

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