How long it had been since a place called to her such as one as that, somewhere she would rest her bones and let her mind wander toward other things than those ghosts though she wondered about them. Would they be there, waiting for her to find them, to confront their misdeeds and ask for the part of her they took, and would they willingly give it up if she did, after all the years of her searching and getting so close she could hear their giggling at her dismay when they floated off again? Would anyone there have seen them, would they tell her if they did, would they understand the implications of keeping such a secret from her? No, she would have to let time be on her side, let them find her while she worked on not fluttering away again.

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Little did she know about the mishaps that happened around the lands, the crimes committed and smell of metallic that leaked into the air. Though if given the option she would have most likely chosen to keep the truth from her ears, just as she would rather not know the finer details of Kahlua's troubles. What use would a girl like her be in helping to solve Helovia's problems if she could not even catch her own? Perhaps the art of observance was the only talent to her name, the only gift she could offer them. She knew Kahlua's thoughtfulness would one day be paid back in kind, but those were thoughts for a different moment.

Maat would have dipped her white face in disapproval over the other's comment: she was not brave, simply desperate. But instead she figured she overstepped her boundaries enough for the remainder of their interaction, and she would walk along with the mare in silence while she spoke of everything she knew. The information might have been overwhelming for one who wasn't her, but her bird-mind knew how to keep track of shiny things. She didn't know which part of her words she would belong to, what she could do in their corner of the grid. She had yet to even see another cross their path along their journey, and she began to wonder if anything would go her way to capture that wavering attention.

The shattered pieces of glass reflected the light back into her eyes but it was soft, the land giving her its own welcome. She would have stopped to just stare at them until the sun gave way to the darkening sky, if not for fear of falling behind. It was perhaps the thing Kahlua warned her of--to not be distracted, to keep her focus, to ensure her own safety--so she averted her gaze to settle upon her company instead. "The sight alone is enough to make my heart pause." Words eluded her and she could feel a hint of curiosity bubbling through her system. "The wall... Was it to keep something out? Is there danger now that it is gone?" For how was she to plan her search of the ghosts if the fear of attack was always present?