Time was better spent playing in darkness up to no good, but now and then Ghost had to be the good Samaritan and go look for travellers in the Threshold. After all, Seele would not be happy if she had no information or no new bodies for her and an unhappy Seele was not in Ghost's best interests. So now and then she put aside her strange hobbies and saw to her duties whilst the warriors played some game for the prize of Legatus alongside poor shafted Eris. The sprite wondered if it tasted bitter for the crimson empress, to be shoved aside like an old play toy and replaced by something new and golden. Midas the Gallant. Though Ghost had yet to see little Gallant about him, she had to hand it to the archaic sod, he had balls to walk into a land now infested with the mad. Of course, they weren't all mad now and Ghost wondered if that was Seele's intention all along or was it simply a bump in the road. For how long did they have to put up with the normal folk? It was not her place to question, however, at least; not yet.

It was raining and it slapped her forelock to her face, not the best look, but Ghost didn't care. Rain was good, it washed away evidence and smelt divine. It lessened a little when she entered the forest coming from the falls, she'd decided to walk today because, as good as the rain was, it was an absolute pain to fly in. Wet feathers were horrific and no one would convince her otherwise. She continued walking a little further, trying her best to stay under the canopy of branches and listening to the serene sound of water hitting the earth until voices broke her peaceful bubble.

She turns and walks towards them, drinking in their characters as she draws closer to the pair, as ever, mildly intrigued by appearance. The smallest was monochrome, an equine with no significant features apart from the weird contraption around his head. What on earth was that?! Ghost snorted rather loudly in the absurdity of it, most likely announcing her presence as she did so, and her ears flickered in uncertainty at the pieces of strapping around the badgers face. "Why are you tied?" Her quiet voice portrayed the confusion on her face and she wondered if he was enslaved by someone. Before her imagination could get carried away with that thought she managed to drag herself away to the other male who was standing nearby.

This one was horned, like those who once inhabited the Edge, she wondered if he had similar views. Then again, she had met unicorns there after who had not been racist. Seele for example. He had a leonine tail and all in all looked like a tatty old book with his drabs of hair everywhere. Not every girls dream date. He asked the obvious question too, but someone had to ask it and Ghost said no more, intently waiting on the fastened stallion.

here we go again
it's madness