It had not been long since the funeral of her mother. It had been a solitary thing, an airing of grievances to a silent tomb. Sometimes she wished the woman had stuck around so she could have a face to look at as she expressed her frustration at how she found out why she didn't grow up with a living father. But now, Hoshirei was more or less alone. The ghosts which usually spent more time around her would only wave or say hello. The little ghost at her compound who chased the dog ghost in circles did so mostly out of habit. It was like her slightly sulky state of mind was rubbing off on them all. She didn't like it. Hoshirei loved when the little ghosts would play, it made her smile. Though there was one ghost that apparently decided to hang about more often. A little lilac cat kept following her around, sitting on her lap, and generally purring up a storm when still for any length of time. She was rather grateful for her ability to reside on the ethereal plane, as she was able to pet the little thing in thanks for its company.
Growing up, she had never had a pet, aside from a few ghostly dogs and cats, but most of them moved on shortly after appearing, their work finally done. Each time they would go, Hoshirei could only sigh and wait for the next animal to come her way. This cat had stuck with her for a while, it's job not just to be loved properly or to love a human like most of the ghost animals she met. So, here she was, sitting on her porch and petting the little ghost cat. To most, it would just look like she was petting air, save for her hand movements and genuine pressure exerted, if one would only look closely.
It was a nice day outside. Just enough clouds so the sun was not blinding and a soft breeze carrying lovely scents from nearby bakeries and candy shops. Hoshirei missed her ghostly father at times. He had been a good sounding board, though perhaps that was part of what alienated her from most of her peers. Talking to what most people thought was air certainly didn't help her peers trust her, even if it was good for confusing enemies and infiltrators alike. They thought her ditsy, easy to fool, weak-willed, when she was none of those things. Perhaps it was time to make it plain that she wasn't a plateau, but part of their mountain chain just like they were.
In a funny coincidence, the ghost cat jumped off her lap just before she made to stand. The two silently made their way around the corner, headed to one of the few bakeries in the district.
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MFT; WC: 473
Growing up, she had never had a pet, aside from a few ghostly dogs and cats, but most of them moved on shortly after appearing, their work finally done. Each time they would go, Hoshirei could only sigh and wait for the next animal to come her way. This cat had stuck with her for a while, it's job not just to be loved properly or to love a human like most of the ghost animals she met. So, here she was, sitting on her porch and petting the little ghost cat. To most, it would just look like she was petting air, save for her hand movements and genuine pressure exerted, if one would only look closely.
It was a nice day outside. Just enough clouds so the sun was not blinding and a soft breeze carrying lovely scents from nearby bakeries and candy shops. Hoshirei missed her ghostly father at times. He had been a good sounding board, though perhaps that was part of what alienated her from most of her peers. Talking to what most people thought was air certainly didn't help her peers trust her, even if it was good for confusing enemies and infiltrators alike. They thought her ditsy, easy to fool, weak-willed, when she was none of those things. Perhaps it was time to make it plain that she wasn't a plateau, but part of their mountain chain just like they were.
In a funny coincidence, the ghost cat jumped off her lap just before she made to stand. The two silently made their way around the corner, headed to one of the few bakeries in the district.
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MFT; WC: 473