I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
_{I must confess that I feel like a monster}

Worms. How delightful.

The young Sleuth had been curling her lips up at the thought all day. Her bodice twitching when she thought of them crawling under her skin and infesting her being. Ghost did admit, however, that it might be fascinating to watch in a marvellous demented way. She wondered if the body would spasm or if blood would spurt, perhaps their eyes would bulge or maybe chunks of flesh would slowly be eaten away into nothing but a pile of bones. A disturbing thought that left her wanting to know more, but not really motivated to go seek them out. Instead she churned thoughts over the many ways worms could affect the body as she travelled to the desert land.

Ghost had never been to the Dragons Throat before. She'd never had reason to. Her mother had never spoke of the place and only on very few occasions had she met one of their residents. On Midas's orders she had taken to the air and travelled down from the Caela Insula before landing near the Heart Caves and from then on, the spy had travelled on foot. Choosing to take in her new scenery from the ground rather than the sky even though she itched now and then to take flight and observe the land as a whole. Perhaps she'd do that on the way out. For now she focussed on the way ahead and the news that she bore, carefully stepping across the narrow bridge whilst gingerly gazing at the water. It was almost like they had their own personal moat and all the needed now was a drawbridge and crocodiles. The sprite chuckled to herself at the thought and carried on walking.

The land ahead looked barren and spectacular canyons carved out a rather picturesque scene. It was all in all a rather beautiful place if it wasn't for the heat, even in winter, the Throat didn't quite get the same cold sting as in the North, under the mountains. Ghost wasn't much of a mare, there was well worked muscle, but not much fat and that was even more emphasised by the way her mane draped over her skinny neck. She was lean like a thoroughbred despite her Iberian lineage. Even so, she much preferred the cold winter to the warmth, but right now it was pleasant and she had more pressing affairs than the weather.

The banshee stopped just by the border gate and stood silently, expectantly. Surely a warrior on patrol might just catch a glimpse, after all, it was a soldiers duty. She waited paitently for stray eyes to notice her presence.

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[Ghost is here to report some information about the worms on Sky Island!
If a Lead or High Ranking member could meet her that would be great.
Or feel free to simply come listen. :D

This is before Ghost becomes a lead.]