It was a weird sensation to fly without using ones wings. Although Ghost was quite capable to travel to the floating rock by herself, her curiosity had gotten the better of her and here she was, levitating up on a strange fluffy cloud. Her wings ruffled and the muscles twitched, she felt strange, almost insecure. Like she needed to cast her wings about her now lest she fall directly back to earth and ultimately to her death. It took a reasonable amount of self control for the young sprite to remain as still as she was without casting herself from the pretty white puff and fly there herself. Easy to say, Ghost wouldn't be using this mode of transportation again as she much preferred to push against the winds herself rather than be one with a cloud. There was also the fact that she was wide out in the open and quickly she could feel the notion of nakedness creep up on her. At least when she was flying, her dark bodice could dive behind the odd tree or round the corner of a mountain. In the end, however, the spy got to where she wanted to be and quite swiftly placed her hooves onto the more stable slab of rock with a sigh of relief. Indeed, no more cloud travelling for this banshee.

Stalking off, dark eyes observed her familiar surroundings and she noted the tent that belonged to the Hidden Falls. Her cloven hooves, however, took her in a more different direction and soon she found herself by a cluster of cherry trees, surrounded by a field of lush grasses. Apparantly the sky island was unaffected by the chills of Frostfall and instead remained in its paradise like state. The sun was creeping further down, it would soon be late in the evening and Ghost found the lengthening shadows much to her liking. It was this time, the deep breath before nightfall, that Ghost loved the most. Too late for dewy thoughts in the chilly winter sun and not quite late enough to lose sight completely. The best battles were fought under this kind of light.

She placed her body in the shadow of a dead tree, only the flicker of red on her wings clearly visible and quietly, she waited. Like a tiger sat by a waterhole, she waited. Only hope was visible in her dark eyes that prayed on the horizon waiting for the silhouette of someone who'd take up her unseen gauntlet and dance war with her until the moon came out in full.