My lovely Ghost.
white hawk
“I got a name for him!” How didn’t it occur to her before? The little hawk looked so strange yet beautiful with his grey and white feathers. He was the first white hawk Emeline had ever seen and suddenly a name came to her when she was gently stroking his white feathers “Ghost” She liked the way the name sounded and when she said it the hawk moved his curious bird eyes to look at her, as if he had understood. She smiled “Yes, you will be Ghost”
