" Yes. Theres a [freak]ing ghost over there and im scared. " She mumbles quietly, tightly gripping his shirt.

He wasn't bothered by the kids, anyway.


He turned to look in that direction, and he relaxed. "Bean sidhe," he murmured, sounding like he was trying to stifle his amusement. "Its not unusual to see them here. They often hang around graveyards after the dead have been buried."

She looks over at it, but honestly it didn't make her any less scared.

That's good, because they're fairly social.

The bean sidhe floated away into the darkness. Not a ghost, then.



He continues to ignore them

Once it was gone she looked out and let go of Puck, relieved that they were gone.

Grief, fear, and despair hung like a thin gray mist over everything, clinging to the stones and crawling along the ground

Suddenly, a tiny siren, no older than a toddler, bites his arm.

He swore and flung his arm, trying to dislodge the kid

It clings to him with its tiny, clawed hands. Its teeth aren't very sharp, but it's most definitely not comfortable for it to gnaw on him.