[ Luckily, the ghost is only interested in inciting a reaction. Between Gray's fright and Amos's anger, it's had its fun; it swings up sharply before Amos's fist with a whisper of a cackle before disappearing into the wind.
It's a harmless encounter. Even so, Gray finds herself needing to lean on Amos so that she doesn't sink downward. Her body is overly receptive to spiritual influence. A raw ghost like that one encroaches easily on her soul, its malice staining deep like ink on a sponge.
A bit paler than usual, her breathing heavy, Gray takes a moment before forcing herself to unstick from Amos's side with a low and bitter gaze. To her, this is like being an ant exterminator having to flee from a single ant. ]
... Thank you.
[ She starts forward again, eager to get to the garden plot sooner rather than later. ]
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It's a harmless encounter. Even so, Gray finds herself needing to lean on Amos so that she doesn't sink downward. Her body is overly receptive to spiritual influence. A raw ghost like that one encroaches easily on her soul, its malice staining deep like ink on a sponge.
A bit paler than usual, her breathing heavy, Gray takes a moment before forcing herself to unstick from Amos's side with a low and bitter gaze. To her, this is like being an ant exterminator having to flee from a single ant. ]
... Thank you.
[ She starts forward again, eager to get to the garden plot sooner rather than later. ]