Staring at her shoes Layanna awaited her friends reply. She knew what her answer would be. It was allways 'Tonight I will win, and you will feel my wrath!'
But instead of her usual statement the misty girl said,"I would like to play a different game tonight." Layanna looked up from her feet to see the ghost.
Her friend of the fog didn't look like her usual self. Her legs had curved inwards and her cold tranclucent face had taken a mildly blushed aperence. She looked uncomfortable. This was not like her at all. Something was the matter but Layanna thought nothing of it.
