[Yes, that's her laugh. Perona continues giggling, and creates more of the little ghosts, each popping out from her palm. They float around and even peek into the journal curiously before wandering off close by. Perona will just reabsorb them later - it'd be dangerous for her to have them explode with the unstable ice around.]
Are you surprised? They're ghosts. I can make and control as I please.
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[Yes, that's her laugh. Perona continues giggling, and creates more of the little ghosts, each popping out from her palm. They float around and even peek into the journal curiously before wandering off close by. Perona will just reabsorb them later - it'd be dangerous for her to have them explode with the unstable ice around.]
Are you surprised? They're ghosts. I can make and control as I please.