Ghost was aware of the gilded mare that had also come to linger under the tree, but the girl had said nothing and, thus, Ghost also said nothing. She imagined the great tree would draw the attention of any who happened to come near it and she enjoyed the shelter it provided, whilst side eying the strange mare who had come to join her. What took Ghost’s attention the most was the fact she had four wings and not the usual two, she was golden from head to toe and even her hair seemed precious as it fell in creamy folds. She was certainly beautiful Ghost gave her that. Yet, how did she fly with four wings? How did the movement work? The banshee even shifted her own feathered appendages to try and imagine how she would work four wings. Perhaps it gave her more power? Could she fly faster than most? Then she imagined how long it took to clean each wing and the sprite visibly grimaced. Through the calming pitter-patter of the rain she heard the mare whisper something, to the tree perhaps, who are you? What have you seen? The same questions Ghost herself had been wondering earlier. So she wasn’t the only one who sought the knowledge the tree held, if only there was a way to find out and to see through into its old memory.

However, before Ghost could offer some sort of reply to the gilded mare, there was yet another voice that broke into the peace they had. It was a stallion this time, this one lacked any wing at all and was, all in all, rather colourful to look at. His great horns that curved back from his head drew the sprite’s gaze as she wondered if they were perhaps a little heavy to carry. He was, however, very tall and made Ghost feel like a pony standing next to his stocky body, though she did spare a moment to admire the muscle that rippled throughout. She wouldn’t miss him in a crowded place that much was for certain. He introduced himself as Misael and Ghost found she didn’t recognise the name.

“Is it a habit of yours to point out the obvious?” she replied with a playful glint in her gaze and proffered a small nod, “Ghost” the banshee introduced. His voice was deep and the sprite thought it matched his overall muscular appearance. There was something about him that reminded her of Abaddon, apart from Abaddon wasn’t as… Colourful. The male’s gaze had turned to the golden mare, however, and Ghost watched him, as he seemed to be concerned over the mare. So these two knew each other, or so the sprite guessed from the fact the he only introduced himself to Ghost and not to the golden girl who looked like she was trying to make a connection with the great tree. Of course, she could also be wrong.

For a moment, Ghost thought about making some clever comment, but she held her tongue and waited for the quad winged mare to confirm she was, indeed, okay.