Both froze, just as a little Ghost had her back turned and looked as though she was tiptoeing in an attempt to sneak away. Orpheus cocked his head. “Reia...?” The Ghost halted and straightened as though someone had shoved a board up her dress. It was hard to tell who it truly was, being see-through and cloudy white from head to feet. She turned solid, and blonde hair fluttered as she spun around with her arms out in greeting. “Orpheus,” she exclaimed, with an awkward cringe. “Fancy meeting you here.”
