A tired sigh left the mouth of a mare who seemed far too young to be sighing for so long. Her eyes were dull with weariness and with an edge of annoyance, her mind a battlefield of thoughts that contradicted one another and, when finally she thought she had found the answer, another question sent it all back into chaos. She was a lonely creature, an animal of solitude and quiet, the noise of her new and complicated predicament left her fuse shorter. The normally well-controlled Ghost was beginning to understand what anger could do to the mind. Still, she wondered why she was angry? Was it really herd problems? The relentless north was on her tail and now the Czar had mysteriously gone missing. Part of her was curious; almost joyous at the opportunity of her own rule, but she lacked the strength to do anything with it. Perhaps that was where her anger stemmed from. She didn't know why they were the targets and maybe it was time to put some of her own plans into motion.

In order to do that, however, one must have a plan.

Ghost stared out across the Endless Blue, shading herself under a nearby tree that was one of the few near where the sands started. For some reason, she quite liked the coast and its golden shoreline, you would think a lover of darkness and shadow would prefer the comfort of something creepier. Like the main setting to a horror novel. However, there was something about the vast horizon before her that captured her imagination and captivated her feet to remain rooted to the floor. It was a place she thought she could think in peace and a place she hadn't visited in a long time, long enough that it was far overdue a visit.

For a while she stood and weighed her options. Friends? Allies? Foes? To win this tug of war how far would she have to go, how vast was the ocean she had to cross? Was it as vast as the one in front of her? It seemed awfully big and rather daunting. Could she cross it? Or would she drown. Perhaps she needed to know what it feels like to drown in order to learn to swim.

He was not who Ghost expected to see out on the Endless Blue, but the beaches were quite close to the Edge, so she shouldn’t be too surprised. His familiar domineering figure filled her view along with his companion, whom Fantôme had noticed as an older cousin of his. The wolf began to dither nervously from behind one of the banshee’s front legs as he watched the bitch. Meanwhile, the hybrid’s ears swivelled and caught the words of the Captain she had met in the Worlds Edge that one time. The one who had sounded more like a King than the actual reigning monarch at the time. She had jibed about it openly though it wasn’t well received, a poor occurrence that happened quite often to socially inept Ghost. She shrugged to his comment "perhaps, if you can call it home. I don’t like lingering in one place for too long and here is a good place to think." The Cadaverous was not a leader who dallied in her herd land, but was probably away from it more often that she should be.

Thoughts turned and she regarding the goliath before her, eyes sparkling with intrigued curiosity. "What brings you here?" She asked quite neutrally as a way of breaking the ice as the sea breeze played with her mane. After that she nodded once to the dog that looked at her and moved her leg to place Fantôme in the open. He trembled a little and crept forward on his belly, making small noises to her with his puppyish tones.

She shifted her weight and shuffled her wings, resting one back foot in a picture of ease. Her gaze turned away from the towering stallion and out across the horizon. "Still following orders?" She asked finally with an amused smile, wondering if she’d cause offence or whether he would take it lightly.

@[Archibald]