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Where had she been? In the catacombs of her mind, in the nooks of the land, waiting until the pain in her heart had succumbed to the resolve in her head and she could walk forward again. Ghost was a silent creature, so the hurt from the loss of her crown was just as silent, but no less than it should be. It was annoying, sad, liberating and left her simply confused as to which way really was forward. It made her think that perhaps, if she stumbled in a rather sketchy diagonal line towards what she thought she wanted, then maybe the result would be the straightforward route to happiness. Of course, she knew better by now that it wasn’t that simple. She had wandered neither here nor there, not really wanting to commit to anything more than her own life and that of her wolf, who was becoming rather big in both body and mouth. He couldn’t speak much; it was limited to a couple of words, but enough that they communicated better the usual bark … neigh?. Their conversations consisted of things like “eat this?” or “run here?” to which Ghost usually responded with a firm “no” and left him to his business. However, they were both getting restless and there was only so much wandering one could do before they began to wear new paths into the ground.
 
So Ghost found herself ambling south and into the uncomfortable warmth, she was a creature of cold, but more interesting things lie down here. The north was full of misery and defeat, the further south she got the more she could forget the bitter, begrudging north.
 
On her travels she had found a pocket watch with interesting capabilities for if she so desired the Victorian timekeeper would morph itself into a full piece of leather armour that fastened around her body. The only downside was that the little watch weighed like a suit of armour, luckily it wasn’t made of metal, but it was heavy enough for her to look lopsided whilst walking. It was even stranger and quite difficult to fly with, which made her swap between walking and flying regularly.
 
She walked to the southern ocean and flew across to stand on the borders of the Throat.
 
Ghost didn’t quite know why she wanted to return here or even why she considered bartering after staying here. It was warm and dry and entirely not the kind of place she thought she would end up. Perhaps that was why, because it was unlikely and Ghost liked the unlikely. She remembered her time spent serving Seele and how enjoyable it had been, her heart ached for that opportunity again. Maybe she wouldn’t find it here, but she wasn’t going to find it hiding away in the shadows either.
 
The Cadaverous stood on the Dragons border, across the water from the mainland and waited for one of them to spot her.

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