She shifted and winced and then proceeded to grumble incoherently. 

The fight with the crocodile God had left her with a bruise where her wing connected with her shoulder, re-aggravating an old wound from the Hidden Falls battle and forcing her onto the ground. She could fly, but it hurt, coupled with the weight of her watch she could only manage short bursts. Enough to bridge the gap between the Throat and the mainland, but it still hurt so she resigned herself to walking and so she began at a disgruntled plod to the Vein of the Gods. Ghost had been quite excited to do her first patrol, it was an opportunity to get to know a few more members and a chance to visit a place the sprite had never been to before. Even when the Caela Insula floated in the sky Ghost had used her own wings to get to it and completely avoided the strange cloud bus that took non-flight mammals up. Even then she hadn’t visited the floating island that often, but enough times to see Midas crowned ascended by the Earth God. It was odd and rather sad thinking of him, he who was now no longer with them, whilst she walked the precarious path to the veins. 

The sun was getting higher in the sky as midday approached and she was about to sigh but a slip of a cloven hoof cut her short and she stumbled forwards, peering over the side that led down into the lava streams. The sprite mumbled a series of curse words as her shoulder throbbed from the sudden movement and carefully she righted herself into a stable position. Her more nimble companion had already made it across the path and now stood at the other side like some reigning overlord, judging the spy who couldn’t put one foot in front of the other. Ghost pulled a disgusting face at him and carried on walking until finally she couldn’t take it anymore and flew the rest of the way. 

Landing on the ledge, Ghost looked around to see if she could spot any of her fellow patrollers before shrugging and moving to inspect the area. She found the charred remains of the Sun Gods shrine and fell to a halt in front of it, taking her time to bow her head once to the God who was patron of her land. Ghost never used to take much interest in deities, although their recent excursions had caused the banshee to pause and think about them more. She wondered if they still had a presence here or whether the shrines were just rotting symbols of what once was.