I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
_{I must confess that I feel like a monster}

It was too much to ask of Ghost to remain inside a dingy crowded cave, she'd much rather risk her life through the wilds, at least that way she felt what it was like to live. Some found happiness in the company of friends or family, others sought it in themselves or in serving those deemed worth serving, but Ghost made a self discovery that her own joy came hand in hand with danger. Enclosure meant safety and a cradle was boring. Perhaps this way of thinking would lead her to an early grave, but a mare like Ghost couldn't possibly grasp the fear of death and if it wasn't for the Asylum she would have ran from those cold staring walls long ago. She had not seen her two Queen's in a while, nor her master of stealth, it left the young belle to her own devices which typically consisted of roaming places she shouldn't in the darkest of shadows. Eyes flicking here and there, looking for wraiths and other demon like creatures that made her blood pump in excitement. Instead, after carefully picking her way through the wintry sky by wing, she landed in the Threshold. The front door to the land.

Minding the trees that hung over wearily, their burdens cold and white, Ghost carefully placed herself upon the earth and shook her body before folding away crimson tipped wings. The forest was silent, winter surely the quietest of seasons, no rushing wind of fall or the cheerful chirps of the wild that came in the warmer months. Winter crept in and crept out, like a chill breeze. However, an even more chilling sight had caught the eye of the hybrid mare who carefully stepped towards the strange girl.

She was clad in black and not of the fur kind, it was some strange garment spread over her bodice that hung close to her hooves that Ghost wondered if she ever fell over it. That wasn't all there was to see either, she wore a mask or at least it looked like a mask, a macabre looking thing that would send fear into the hearts of many youngsters from just one glance. Yet, the vacant and increasingly brave little sprite walked forwards towards her as she seemed to shy away, her presence had already been alerted and Ghost made sure to stop a respectable distance away. Her intentions more curious than mischievous, a stranger with such a get up was bound to turn the eye of this shadow loving spirit.

"Little girl has a pretty face." Her light as a feather voice pierced the silence and a small, strange smile appeared on her quivering lips. "Little girl has wandered into a dangerous place."

[ooc; would you like me to keep tagging you? ^^ @[Yssraim]]

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
_{I must confess that I feel like a monster}

Like a fawn catching scent of a wolf the mare was frozen and Ghost watched her carefully. Even frightened doves had claws. She remains still and the sprite read nothing from her features, a young but wise filly, a reminder of herself. Ghost had always been one to hide, there was no disappointment in being alone, but now? She was apart of a group and they had their hands on their own land, her reason for joining was simple curiosity, but her reason for staying was slightly more hazy. It troubled her slightly that she might have become reliant on these horses, something that she'd never done before. There was also the question of obligations and loyalty, was she ever really that type? Ghost didn't know, a strange different world was slowly opening up to her and she wasn't quite sure yet whether she wanted to flee or embrace it. She felt no weaker so for now she remained as the Asylum's shadow, a hoof always half way out the door.

Dragging herself back to reality, the belle regarded the equine with an unreadable gaze as the question reached her coal coloured ears whilst she ruffled her feathers. The tone was as neutral as her expression and this whole situation was becoming rather intriguing to the secretive femme. She wanted to pry so bad at what was behind that youthful gaze that gave not an inch, or was it that Ghost was really that scary? She stifled a soft chuckle and swished her tail in amusement instead "Ghost" she replied simply with her cool breeze voice as the wind picked up her forelock and entangled it more around her inky lance.

"Why are you here, little fawn?" She asked innocently, gently trying to extract information from her. Ghost was a little new to the threshold business, she knew not what to ask and instead enquired after her own curiosities.

[ooc; sorry my absence delayed this!! D: Please tag me yes! @[Yssraim]]

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
_{I must confess that I feel like a monster}

The cold day seemed to suit this unusual meeting with its bleak touch and the mysteries it hid under the white snow that fell from an overcast sky, settling on the ground now touched in the warm glow of the sun. Ghost shuffled and ruffled her wings now and then, trying to keep her body warm in the cool air as she waited for the little fawn to discern an answer to her curious question. The filly was still a mystery shrouded in her cloak and mask, it made Ghost wonder if she was hiding something under it all or whether it was just personal preference to hide parts of her bodice and face. Maybe it was a projection of her personality, the sprite had yet to find out, but slowly she would try weed out bits of information.

Her answer was quite surprising, though Ghost wasn't sure what she was expecting, it certainly wasn't this. She made horses sick? How on earth did she do that? Poison, magic... Though they had been stood here now for a good few minutes conversing and nothing had happened to Ghost. She didn't feel ill, her heart beat as normal and her sight was perfectly normal. Maybe the filly was trying to scare her away, but it wasn't going to work. She had already intrigued Ghost far too much. "Yet, I am not sick." The dark girl quietly observed.

"Perhaps your curse or gift if you prefer, does not work here." She suggested lightly. Ghost knew some in Helovia had power, if the sprite had her own magical ability, maybe this was what she spoke of. It would be more natural here for that to be the answer. Or maybe her guess was completely wrong. Who knew, but by now another thought had struck her. "You might even fit in with the herd I come from. Many of us are what others would call 'misfits', but side by side we offer comfort and power." The Asylum now made up the Hidden Falls along with the normal folk that were either there before or came with Midas. That didn't mean that Seele's company of the strange was gone, it was still very much alive.