((first rp journal since renovation yaaaaay(?) \ o /))
Clack clack clack clack clack....
The sound of sandals clacking against the ground.
The small child sighed before she sprinted through the near empty area. She had no idea where this was, or how she got there. All she knew was that she had to get home fast. There was to be a festival soon, and spirits from all over would be there. She had to be there with the other young spirits for their performance. She'd get in so much trouble if she didn't show... Eventually, her sprint became a somewhat slow walk, ears lowered. She needed to find someway to get home and fast. Oh, what does she kno