Meetings, meetings and more meetings! Ghost sighed and raised her wings to the sky, social gatherings had never been her area of expertise. Too many eyes and too many fools, although she did have to admit, it was a rather good place to spot faces and learn new names. Fools could do the stupidest of things after all.The voice that called on the air was not that of her own Commander's, however, and was instead that of the winged Czar. Commander of craft and the army. A stud who wore a collar of armour and a heroic title like he'd just walked out of an epic adventure, Ghost knew very little about the Czar so she neither loved nor hated him. He was the now leader and he held the power along with Seele, the sprite would give him a wide berth and the respect earned by title no matter what she thought and slowly she would learn more about the golden tipped male, bit by bit. Only then would she say yea or nay to his worthiness. Not that it really mattered what Ghost would think, but the sprite took her judgements very seriously, misjudging could lead to death or imprisonment. An open mind always knew where the exit was.

She flew for what felt like not all that long at all, watching to see if there were any movement below of others gathering before landing before Midas. Her mind already trying to guess what it was going to be about. Perhaps the girl who had been escourted back or maybe Eris had finally said one insult too many. Or maybe it would be just a simple address to the masses with nothing really new and if that was the case then the sprite would consider throttling the painted lead.

The spot where Seele would be was still empty, perhaps only the Czar would address them today, or maybe the Necromancer was having a go at being fashionably late. Either way, the silent mare had arrived and stood present, slotted her wings neatly into the sides before her vacant turns to try catch the golden one of Midas. She looked to his magnificent bird who burned brightly, even Ghost had to admit, she was something to behold. Dangerous beauty was a good companion to have.

The banshee sighed then, silently hoping he'd speak the important words quickly and save her from being out in 'public' for too long. The Gods only know what diseases they carried.