Ghost was becoming an island regular after her recent chat with Seele. It seemed all the things worth reporting would come from his floating slab of rock, though on the odd occasion the banshee would return to stable ground to check on the more permanent herd land. Though she had recently been given an order to fulfil the role of Sleuth, the sprite's lifestyle hadn't really changed all that much. She still lurked around corners and worried over the task set before her by the Czarina. However, bettering her conversational disaster zone was not going to be done by hugging shadows and so when many gathered before the deity of her land, Ghost followed with both curiosity and duty. He was the patron God of the Hidden Falls after all and she was one of his many citizens, even Ghost knew it would be rude to ignore his call for a race, even if she really wanted to let out a long moan. The idea was both disturbing and fascinating, whilst part of her shied away from the company of so many, another half of herself was already warming up for the showdown.

Ghost appeared in the crowd whilst attempting to keep her personal space at all times, which proved more difficult than she first expected, the proximity of the others making her lips twitch nervously. Some who had gathered she recognised either by face or scent as being fellow herd members, the rest she had no clue of who they were apart from the familiar form of Aurelia. The silly mare who had failed miserably in her attempt to take her own life. Ghost marked her card. However, time was pressing on and the earth turtle was nearing the climax of his speech. Through deep breathes she managed to turn her head to try and catch the eyes of the Earth, proffer her head in respect before the race quickly began.

Her skinny legs took off from the starting line with well practised ease, surging into the air on strong wings with the others flying with her. Ghost moved to find space of her own and noticed with interest that some of her competitors could indeed set themselves on fire without it seeming to bother them. The banshee made a note to stay away from those ones and set her calculated gaze on the first ring. She is quiet in flight, her gaze only trailing those she would deem a threat whilst she attempted to take the most efficient route possible. Others in the race seemed to have bonded friends to keep them company or to cheer them on, extra limbs to sabotage opponents if used wisely. If she had to, the banshee would call upon her own magic, but her habit of keeping secrets left the power locked away for now, calling upon it only when she needed it. Finally, she noted the strange colourful hybrid who looked like some horse bird mixture, a mare not easy to miss which was probably Ghost's reasoning in choosing her as s starting target to keep up with and, hopefully, pass.

The thrill of a race was a new emotion to Ghost and she handled it with care, fighting all the time to keep her mind clear and free of compromising feelings.