From the Deep Forest she had traveled further south, crossing the Thistle Meadow and eventually finding herself in a marsh land that appealed to her more nefarious musings. Eager hooves sought and found the sludge ridden pathway littered with dead looking grasses and clumps of dry mud where the sun found purchase, water fit only for a corpse. It was a sickening colour and bubbled beside her as what looked like bodily remains were limp at it's bottom. She wondered if that zombie foal had risen from here, the one she had met up on the steppe, or perhaps he was a special case all on his own. Ghost smiled a creepy twisted smile, it was in places like this that she could probably hide from the world, not many would travel to such a dreary and depressing place, for those who did surely they were worth talking to? They'd gone out of their way to see more of a damp haunted place, perhaps only the monsters came here and she rather liked the prospect of that.

The mare halted on a wider part of the path and frowned. Wasn't she meant to be finding this Asylum? Surely they were not to be found in here and really she ought to introduce herself to the group she had decided to impose upon. Seele, the leader, that's what Vulture had called her. Intriguing indeed. Yet, Ghost would find out no more if she didn't stop this dawdling, but try as she might the mare was not satisfied until she had seen the whole of the marsh, pressing on into a walk once again.

Her mind was captivated by the more gruesome looking deaths that lurked in the water, she tried to imagine how they'd died, igniting her soul briefly in a thrilling fire. Death was interesting, life was not. In Ghost's opinion at least. She knew mother would share her views, a rare occasion where they might actually agree with one another, but truly it would be a nightmare if the little grey menace was to show up here. Maybe then Ghost would be more inspired to leave. She had no idea what her mother was up to right now, probably harassing some poor soul or skewering a beating heart because the owner of it 'pissed her off'. Ghost did not mind the death dealing business, but she preferred to have more of a purpose when she decided to take that which was not rightfully hers.

The sun began to set in the sky causing the mare to glance towards it and frown, knowing that really she should be moving on and finding some shelter, but intrigue had long claws that tightened it's grasp. She laughed quietly to herself knowing that she was already too drawn to this place, longing to see the picture night painted on this delightfully dreadful graveyard for restless lost souls.