Literature
Harvest Pokemoon- Levi Hawthorne
“Virgo, huh,” the ghost purred out amusingly. Painted black lips against pale skin twitched into a ghost of a smile. The petite frame of a girl, who stood only five foot and four inches, leant against the railing of the rocking ship. In her hands twirled a black parasol with a black tip and lavender lace around the edges. It prevented the harsh sun rays from casting down on her, though it painted her glowing pale skin in tendrils of gray shadows.
In front of her stood a rather eager passenger who she had engaged pleasant conversations with. And then the girl figured out that she, Levi, was quite interested in telling others their