The early morning sun kissed the red tips of her wings making them ever more vibrant as she watched carefully from the sky. Seele had said to follow and to watch, so dutifully she did with diligence, the spy in the shadows. The task was escort the prisoner back to the Worlds Edge to which Ghost almost wanted to suggest to her fellow herd mates to introduce her to a back bone, but the humour would probably be lost on them. What troubled Ghost more was that she was returning to an area she had previously been kicked out of once before, for nothing but her appearance, Mauja had deemed her unworthy of the unicorn herd that had then inhabited the misty land. Hence forth then she had never returned until now. The spy remembered nothing of the Edge, she had been far too young to even contemplate anything but the warm hide of her own mother, so the scenery was a new thing. A wall of glass surrounded it in spectacular style, yet broken in patches and from her advantage in sky she could see a forest stretch until finally it filtered out and the mists rolled around. Blocking her view. Not that it mattered, the extra information on another herd was additional, she was here as purely a warrior position this time, a warrior with a side mission.

Her unwavering gaze watched events unfold, attaching meaning to names as not to easily forget them. Queen Kahlua, glass maiden and seemingly air headed. King Kaj, big boy and perhaps a little blunt? He was still an enigma. Of course, the rest of the Falls company and a few Edge add ons that Ghost drifted across. She watched Eris carefully, her words falling from her mouth in a delightfully poisonous way, the sprite admired her craftsmanship with them, though frowned a little at the end with the choice of words. Ghost said nothing, interfering here could be disastrous and she listened patiently, intrigued. By now the pathetic form of Aurelia had slumped away and Ghost couldn't help but think perhaps she should have kept going in that water. Save the embarrassing intricacies that only wasted time. Ghost had no kind words for the weak.

She noted the arrival of Delinne and Circuta, the lightening mare announcing her arrival with a wave of theatrics Ghost didn't really care for. Then again, the sprite never cared for much. After all, she'd let that snivelling mess of a mare attack her and then they'd captured her. A wasteful soul taking up valuable resources when the simple answer would have been to force her out. The mare who named herself Aurelia would have probably flown into a tree in her despair and died. A much simpler answer. Yet, the showcase went on and Ghost watched quietly, waiting for the cue to return home.