Maneuvering a tall structure throughout the crystal walls, he turns his head to stare at a reflection of himself. A lean, underweight structure stares back with ghostly, ice like eyes. A small, inquiring frown tumbling over his lips as he continued casting a gaze to the mirror, as if he were staring straight through his own reflection. It felt good to not feel this smoldering despair inside for what he appeared to be, like a icy dagger piercing his heart. Yet, like a faint whisper, the smallest shadow of his soul, there would always be this disgust of what stared back into a mirror. Rather a scar from the past, and one that did not only carry the hurtful emotions, but the memories that held negativity at its strongest. Painful memories of despise, hatred, a hungry look in those unicorns who thought he should die alone because he was born. "No... I must not think about this....." A innocent whisper escaped his breath as the raining thoughts faded, and I silent prayer was fulfilled as he escaped those harsh emotions so easily. The stallion sighed and began to turn his head, but as he did, his ears twitched, and he froze in place.

The smallest clink echoed the throughout crystal chamber. His head twisting around to the direction of its direct sound, icy blue eyes snapping upon a mare. Raking over every little part of her as she was frozen in place. Her coat was a blanket of pale grey, and her mane and tail woven with seaweed and sea shells that he would only find by the cold shore by his home in the North. His eyes moving upon where her forehead was, looking over with surprise as she carried no horn high upon her head. An equine. He then looked upon the shock in her face, and a utter surprise flooded him. Does she look.... scared? Of me? Memories flashed throughout his mind as he read her expression, his eyes widening with a sudden pain. His lip quivered and he softly inquired "Why... Why do you hate me? Do you think I am a monster?" His tone filled with grief as he sensed her fear. He had not seen these 'wraiths' yet, but he knew they were something to have nightmares about for seasons, hearing the stories that bounced across these stone walls from others. This got him thinking, what if for once, if he stepped from the shadowed areas, would these refugees recognize him as a wraith? .... A m-monster? The stallion gave a heavy sigh and folded his ears back, staring at the sea-like mare with clouded eyes.