"Yes" she replied simply to the fillies request. Another misfit for the twisted herd of mentally gone wrongs. Ghost included herself in that. She couldn't tell what the masked girl was thinking, any hint via the face was hidden by her macabre looking mask and her posture gave nothing away. The sprite smiled thinly, maybe time would show her true colours or maybe she was like just like Ghost, a shadow to be overlooked by most. The road would be made longer by foot, the child couldn't fly after all and it had been quite a while since Ghost had walked anywhere for a period of time. Perhaps it would do her muscles some good to stretch them out. Before moving, Ghost paused as if she'd forgotten something and it had finally dawned on her. "Your name? I gave you mine."

After the child replied (or not), Ghost turned and, expecting the girl to follow or be left behind, began making her way to the Hidden Falls. She said nothing along the rugged route, small talk was not Ghost's area of expertise and she left the masked filly to take in the scenery.

Time passed at its usual pace and the mare trudged on until she found her destination.

The crisp cool air increased and whipped around Ghost's inky mane, the crashing sound of the falls hitting her ears as soon as they appeared before her. Ghost searched along the border until she found a familiar well travelled path and began to make her way in, travelling along the uneven ground at a slow pace in case she lost the filly, presumed still following her, down one of the raging cascades. Not that Ghost would rush to her aid, it would be an interesting watch to see how one fell down a waterfall. The appendages to her side protected her from any of that nonsense, though little did she now, her late father's own fate was of a similar stupidity. Though he was wounded first in his defence.

Finally, Ghost reached the bottom and out onto a path of grass that was framed by trees dotted here and there. The overbearing sound of the falls now numbed and Ghost came to a halt as now it was much easier to converse. "Welcome to the Hidden Falls" her eerie voice proclaimed as she turned in hopes to find the familiar masked face of the fawn. Welcome to the circus she thought to herself.

Then she lifted her lips to the air to trumpet their arrival, her shout loud but light, like a whispering breeze travelling through the falls. Ghost was still a simple lacky here and did not have the authority to accept her formally. The call was for those who could and for any other who felt like snooping on a newcomer.