"Oh" Ghost roused herself from her dozing to spot the increasing gathering that was forming around a familiar blue figure. What was Ampere up to? Ghost had wanted to know more about the members of the Throat, or at the very least their faces, it was strange being apart of a herd and not knowing almost everyone’s name in it. The sprite may not be the most sociable, but when she had joined the Hidden Falls she had done so with the Asylum, yet, this time was different. She had sought this new family out by herself and found it much more difficult to weave her way into an already close clan friends who had lived here far longer than she. She persevered anyway in hopes she too would feel at ease within this society in the south, even if it was uncomfortably warm, though the banshee had expected it to be far more flaming than it had been. Maybe their God was having some mercy on them. If so, she would pray everyday that he keeps it that way, her dark coat greatly appreciated the lack of blistering sun rays. 

She hovered around the back of the group, not really doing anything to draw attention to herself, but not particularly hiding either. She held one wing out specifically for Fantôme to lay under as he took some respite from the growing heat. Looking at the poor wolf, the spy had no room to complain about the weather most of the time, so she tried her best to help him where she could.

The banshee brought a back foot up to rest and dozed in the sun behind the gathered group, listening to each report and catching the names of those who manned the important ranks. Sikeax, Cera, Maren and, of course, Ampere. Even the Sultan showed up and Ghost lifted her gaze briefly to spot the familiar flaming figure of Gaucho in the crowd, he was hard to miss. She soon returned to her dozing, however, and listened to talk of rifts and disease, mobilizing warriors and finding a new healer. It was interesting, the more they talked the more Ghost became impressed with their ability to deal with crisis and she smiled a small smile to herself.

It didn’t last long, however, as her expression soon turned more troubled when there was mention of a new Sleuth position open. Where had Essetia gone? Ghost had been quite looking forward to meeting the girl and her wolf once again, the banshee hadn’t had the chance since before the invasion to talk to Essetia. Nor had she had the opportunity to apologize, like it mattered now, but she wanted to anyway and if anything for her incompetence and inability to see further than her own small world. Returning back to the situation she stifled a sigh; did the Throat not have any other Sleuths? Was the position really so poorly represented that they had no one in the shadow of the fire?

She looked around; waiting for someone to come forward and claim the role, but for now her scouring found no one. A herd with no spies was blind surely. At least, Ghost’s pride in her position led her to believe that the role she loved was one of the most important one, naturally. "Are we without a Sleuth?" the thought ran through her head and went straight out of her mouth, her mind intruding on her tongue as she spoke concern.