It was to be expected of course, that a place rumored to be home to all kinds of monsters, like blood drinking ghosts and zombies, walking corpses of those loved and lost, would be on Lace's 'places to visit' list. What was life without a little excitement? Granted, the most recent adventure had ended up with him and Fajira swallowed into the heart of the world and faced with a fire gremlin. It was absurd to the point where he had to question his own sanity - but somehow it also left a taste for more. More exciting events, more situations where the heart beat faster and adrenaline blocked out all thought besides the ones that were important. While it was kind of nice to be a part of the family in the Edge, life there was peaceful on the verge of dullness, so much that he even had time to mull over things like magic and religion. It left a bad taste in the mouth, and was the main reason for this somewhat reckless decision to head for the - according to rumors - haunted Marsh.

It was a strange place, alright. Waterlogged trees dripping with moisture, some sporting icicles where the wind managed to penetrate enough to lower the temperature. Not unlike the Edge, this place lay so close to the coast that the sea eased the climate, staving off the worst of the cold and often delivering frigid rains rather than snow. The ground was full of rotting logs, deep moss and soggy earth that splashed high onto the legs for each step, so much that the black stockings and dark barring of the legs soon was all but memory.

"This is not a place I'd choose for a date" he grimaced and slipped away from a particularly nasty looking patch of earth, where the surface looked silken and smooth but most likely contained a mixture of water and mud that would suck him in and probably drown him if he was careless enough to step into it.
Fajira trilled in agreement from her favorite place his back, too lazy (prudent) to engage the slippery lichen that hung from virtually every branch in the forest.
It was your idea to come here she remarked dryly through the bond.
"Yeah, don't remind me. It was one of the worst decisions since coming here." He snorted and made another grimace as a rock slipped away from under his feet, splashing stinky mud up against the face where it landed.

Despite the complaints though, a slight smile seemed glued to the maw as the stallion continued forward, slowly searching his way toward the center of the bog. He'd heard that there was something special about that place, but none he had spoken to had been able, or willing, to describe it in more detail.
"I wonder if there really are ghosts" he mused, the lips finally splitting into a rather boyish grin of excitement. It only grew wider as the dragon sighed, a trilling sound that was virtually a rolling of the eyes.