Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
A hum rumbled into your throat and a smile crossed your lips. You'd have to remember to thank your moirail for suggesting this spot to use as your private get-away.
Leaning over, you traced your pencil drawing in pen, careful not to miss anything or mis-trace something as you went.
The tall grass around you swayed in the wind as the sunset casts shadows about you. In the background, the waves lapped gently at the shoreline not two yards in front of you.
You sighed blissfully, eyes trained on your drawing. You loved this dreambuble for so many reasons. One was almost no one (besides your moirail, who found this place first) that you knew of knew it was here. The other was that it was made after one of your memories. And the last was that this is where you could getaway from the all the drama the other ghosts caused.
Suddenly, something caught the corner of your eye. Then a sigh sounded and you felt someone's faint breath ruffled the hair on the top of y