#summoning-flower

[closed starter for @summoning-flower]

Webber’s never liked the graveyards. They’re cold, eerie and deserted... devoid of all life and color. An empty void of gray. He always saw the spirits of ghosts fly from grave to grave, materialising out of thin air and then vanishing at moment’s notice. Webber was but a child; ghosts scared him. But he’s been through much more than ghosts at this point. 

Hands grip tightly around the shovel he’s wielding. He’s in need of a life giving amulet, and he can’t afford to wait until summer for the red hounds. He’s going to have to dig a gem up himself. His hairs stand on point, knuckles white. The spider forces the tip of the shovel into the soil of the grave and begins digging. 

He sees a flash of white in the corner of his eye. Webber spins around, shovel dropped, teeth grit and heart pounding. It’s a ghost, but... it has a cute red flower.

“Abigail...?”

He’s always liked Abigail. She was cute and kind and fun to be around, just like her sister was. Webber doesn’t hesitate to run over t her and wrap his arms around her ghostly form - it’s somewhat awkward as Abigail is hardly corporeal, but the effort is there. 

Nah not a dumb question at all. =) You’re good.