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The path unfolds before her, revealed by nothing more than a softly spoken word. Everything seems so simple now, her fate decided, so she does her best to cast away her doubts. She will follow Ghost to wherever it is that they are going, and maybe she will gain a home of sorts, someplace she can safely stay. She wonders what she will be to these strangers, whether she will be allowed to haunt them peacefully or pressed into service. She knows nothing of fighting and has no talent for healing, potentially making her useless and unwanted, a burden rather than blessing. Perhaps she will seek to regain her magic, offer her deadly services as a gift to them, to prove that she has worth.
Or perhaps not.
Her name is asked for, and she hesitates, wavering between a lifetime of hiding and a desire to be accepted. Names have meaning, and hers is more accurate than most. Still, Ghost knows of her (former?)power already, and so revealing her calling should not come as a surprise. "Yssraim."
Then the journey begins.
The mare travels in silence, and the masked child sees no need to initiate conversation, instead mapping out the landscape as best she can. Better to know and not need it than to be forced to escape without knowing the way back. Her head swivels around rather noticeably, the plague mask obscuring quite a bit of her vision, but she is accustomed to the almost dramatic motions, thinking nothing of it or how odd she must appear.
She hears the falls before she sees them, the unmistakable sound roaring in her ears as they come into view. Given the time, Yssraim might have paused, lapsing into her statue-like stillness as she stood and observed the rushing water. But her guide does not stop, doesn't even slow, and so the girl simply follows, though she does allow her gaze to linger on the cascades, tracing out shapes in the mists they throw up. The trail leads them down one, granting the unusual child a chance at inspection. She finds it hard to concentrate though, forced to focus on her footing instead for the path was slick beneath her hooves and her heavy cloak seems to being trying to drag her down.
Eventually they reach less treacherous ground, landscaped with grass and trees rather than mud and stone. Ghost seems satisfied with the location, finally stopping and issuing a welcome as she turns toward the filly. Yssraim gives a slight nod of acknowledgement before turning her attention upon her surroundings once more, head moving in broad sweeps as she tries to take everything in. Ears flicker briefly at the summons, and the girl shifts to look curiously at her companion. "Who are you calling?"
Yssraim
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