From one day to the next, Ghost had been exploring what she could of her new home in the north, where the Valkyrie had led her, it's cold hard landscape pleasing her inner cynicism as well as the wolf that haunted her side. She liked the foreboding mountains that surrounded her with its flourishing greenery, the patches of stubborn ice clinging to the shadowed areas and the general rawness it emitted, a picture of stoic stubbornness. The Falls had been a hidden paradise, the Throat an island oasis and the Basin, she thought, was more like a fortress. Though it had its finer details, she had found as she travelled, when passing a hot spring, a tent and some kind of greenhouse. Mentally she noted them for reference, as places of interest to investigate more of later, but right now in the light of midday she was stood near the lake in gentle contemplation as Fantôme drank the cool water. Places, mountains, weather, things, but no other horses yet to scrutinise. She had met the gentle healer, Lena, and the audaciously spoken Hotaru who had convinced her to come here in the first place. Yet, without the bother of anyone else, the peaceful moment allowed her time to her thoughts, they warped and twisted, her former quiet self remembered briefly in bitterness.

Looking about the damp landscape she couldn't help but feel the irony every day, that she would end up here after everything, wings still intact, but her mind affected and bent. From quiet shadow dweller to the corrosive cadaverous, her venomous monsters consuming her. Though there were times, moments, when Ghost thought back to her once nearly close friends, like Essetia and of course there was Seele... She smiled, a rare and all but brief moment of fondness, a flickering light in her darkness, a memory so precious she seldom dared think of it. The hopeful beacon of light from her past disappeared and, in its place, she was left with a gaping hole of regret in her chest. A gentle wisp of a sigh passing through her sultry lips that were now grimly pressed into a line as she pushed away the yesteryear that now felt like a mere dream. 

She hadn't really noticed, in her distant daydreaming, that her anxious annoyance had made her body tense into a rigid and uncomfortable looking position. Bitterly cold magic bled from her irritation and the floor around her began to ice over as her dark gaze burned into the outline of the mountains. It was only when Fantôme gave her a quizzical look that Ghost's stress driven trance was broken, she looked to the wolf and then to the floor around her, shaking her head incredulously. "Oh" she mused "ahh what a pain" she half-heartedly moaned, surrounded by her own home-grown ice, though her expression now looked far more amused than annoyed.

At least it hadn't rained blood, yet.