✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse
The lone, pearly figure standing -- floating? -- in front of Tracey was enough to make anyone take a step back. Her skip faltered mid-step as her eyes fixed on the ghost. Though the two were never the closest they could be, Tracey still counted the younger girl as her friend and her death had been an abrupt blow on her. It had been hard to have to keep reminding herself that no, she couldn't turn around and talk to Astoria in secret anymore, because the girl was just... gone.
"Astoria?" Tracey whispered softly, hesitant to move straight away in case she vanished. "Are you -- What are you -- Are you okay?" In a fumble of different questions she wanted to ask, the last one fell out stupidly. "I mean... What are you doing here?"