The usually attentive sprite was rather absent minded as the leaves of Orangemoon scattered about her feet. Her thoughts taken by the various missions she had and the fact that they weren't going very well, in her opinion. She had not claimed the life of the villainous mare that went by the name Confutatis, though Ghost had presumed the order was more of a warning than anything else now. Then there was her duty to become more sociable. Seele had pointedly mentioned that the young Sleuth should get out more, meet many others and even converse with them. This task alone was a difficult one for Ghost, who much preferred her own company rather than that of others. Though she did concede that her Leader had a point and recently the quiet mare had been taking steps to try step out of her shell. What troubled her the most was that she didn't know how well she was doing? For the first time ever she found her brain preoccupied about what her fellow herd mates thought about her, did they even like her, or did they even know her name?! These flashes of self insecurity baffled and worried the normally calm spy, who was trying to come to terms with a change in the way she went about her daily life.

Seele had also vanished, perhaps on a mission, or maybe she had simply up and left. The thought that she might have been captured somewhere had entertained Ghost's mind, but the spy came to the conclusion that if the Czarina really had been kidnapped, then she would have heard news of it by now. In the end, the quiet belle had made her way to the Endless Blue to gaze at the sea and order her thoughts. For now she would respond to Midas and conduct her Sleuth business in a way she saw fit, with that decided, Ghost was making her way home when she came across a figure by the collection of caves.

He was a dark colour, like a rock splashed with sand that had rolled up onto a beach and his hair grew in the most unnatural way as it trailed down his neck to then continue down his spine, like his own personal warm rug. Lastly, on his shoulder, was a strange tan marking that looked like two crossed swords.

Ghost looked about herself to check no one else was around before approaching the dusky equine. His smell was unfamiliar and so was his appearance, she wondered where he had come from, his name, his past and his intentions. She let her overly nosy nature take over from her normally shy tendency and rather quietly approached him from the side. Coming a halt a few paces away and wings neatly tucked into her sides, she uttered some words to grab his attention. "Are you looking for something?" She breathlessly asked, nodding to the horizon in which his gaze had been directed.

@[Desperado]