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[deadlykitefight]

@bingbxng asked: The Wraith chitters beyond perceivable sight, cloaked in the spirit realm as he admires what he's just finished. A rhombus shaped offering of his own nestled in a small clearing at the end of a trail of small, wilting pink petals. He would wait as long as he needed to for the survivor to come along and discover the dusty kite yards away from where he lurked; aged, yet still in flyable condition. Father's bell in hand, he continues to wait with the utmost patience.

Renato was exploring as he usually does, sometimes he even wanders a little too far. This time, his activities were halted, the petals were the first thing to get his attention. He found it intriguing, since he's been here he hasn't seen something so -- thoughtful. Maybe even romantic. Following the wilted flowers up to the clearing, eyes widening at the sight before him.

He didn't dare touch it. Not yet.

Head lifting, as he began to look around, began to listen. Maybe if he could hear someone near by -- he could ask. The kite just sitting there, waiting to be cared for. Finally his self control vanished, and his fingers, shakily reached out. Ever so delicately trailing the fabric. "You just need a little love." He whispered, face cracking into a grin. Besides his time with The Wraith, this has been the happiest he's been since entering The Fog. Still he didn't scoop it up, not yet. Maybe someone was on their way back for it? He'd wait a little, see if anyone came for it. Or if it was left for him. He would ask Philip about it later, once he saw him.

It almost looked like it was left, but he couldn't be too sure. Did this kind of thing happen often? The Wraith would know. For now, he'd guard it. Watch over it. God, it has been too long since he's come across one of these.