#creativitysought

She’s a ghost expert, Lovecraft’s figured out, or something along those lines. Whatever it is, she carries herself like a professional and deals with ghost types. And if the annoying thing lodging in his brain and that rock isn’t a ghost, he’s no other guesses what else it is.

           “Do you know do you make a ghost go away?”

       She’s  THRILLED  to be in a city like  ECRUTEAK ; a landscape shrouded in beauty &mystery. A town flush with history, the writer is eager to begin exploration, to seek inspiration for her next book. She settled into the inn upon arrival, then set out in search of the gym leader—-the person she assumes will be able to enhance her knowledge of the city.                           Bouncing to & fro from heel to toe, the Elite member peers toward him with genuine curiosity. Though there’s a plethora of areas to investigate, to explore, but there’s  one landmark in particular that holds her interest.                                 ❛   Is it at all possible to visit the  BURNED TOWER ?   ❜

              Just groceries.

                           No distractions. 

            Morty walked along his usual path from the edge of town towards the open air markets he liked to roam on the weekends. This trip was meant to be especially short; just tea, milk, and some noodles and stock for tonight’s dinner. He was trying to get a little better at cooking simpler things, Falkner warned him of dangerous diseases caused by overuse of microwaves. He only decided to change his eating habits so his friend could rest easily at night. Little did his feathery friend know, he was still eating the same four things. 

          It was early in the morning, which was unusual for Morty to be sauntering around towards town before the afternoon sky took its place. He stopped in front of the Burnt Tower, which overlooked the gorgeous, blooming summer town below. 

        Morty noticed a young woman, at least a foot shorter than he, speculating and craning her head to get a full view of the ancient landmark in front of her. She didn’t look lost, but she looked a bit hesitant to go any further. He examined her dress, which seemed to be almost - if not flashier - than his own gym wear. Could she have been a leader from another region? When he approached her, she immediately popped a question, a little to Morty’s unease. 

           “Ah, I think you can. Not many people are allowed in at once though...                      a good friend of -                  well, a sage is guarding the entrance.” That probably wasn’t the most clear answer.