The world had fallen to a brief moment of peace and the cadaverous banshee was growing ever bored, her mission list came to the number nought and her mind was numbed by tedium. To chase away lethargy, Ghost had travelled not too far to the south of her home and into the dark forests of the Threshold, seeking solace in shadow. She had patrolled the border enough and it was time to venture out into the wilds again, seeking knowledge and obtaining recruits. The banshee still had the duties of her herd to fulfil after all, no matter how the doldrums played heavy on her mind. Perhaps Seele would be kind enough to give her another mission, something other than patrolling and recruiting to fill her time, though whilst the world sat in peace the chances of that were becoming slimmer. The juice filled summer grasses soon turned to short, moist moss that littered the floor of the woodland that she stalked quietly, her starved gaze looking for something or someone to take up her interest.

It was after sometime of travelling at a fairly sedate pace that Ghost came across a greying mare. Her mane fell on folds of various ashen shades that framed her light form that was smaller than the sprite's own. She was nothing to write home about and her normality was almost quite a novelty in a land that seemed increasingly full of the weird. Her possessions did not include a wing nor a horn nor some strange genetic twist that might cause a stirring whisper. No she was simple, delicate and pretty in the sunlight that clasped against her granite body. Summer's insects fluttered around her in a beautiful way that was easy on the eye, but Ghost was here for different reasons.

The spy moved in and walked carefully out into a stray bright beam that cut through the forest to illuminate her lithe bodice decorated in various mutations, clear in the full light of day. Her gaze portrayed nothing, no suspicion and no joy, just a mare approaching another mare. "What brings you here, may I ask?" Her voice drifted across like a cool breeze and was presented in a simple curious way.

Like hounds closing in on a prize to give to their masters back home, two more came to linger and watch the dappled bounty. First was a dainty girl wrapped in the colour of purity, a sandy horn protruded from her head and her voice greeted with one word. Ghost nodded back to the mare in graceful acknowledgement, but offered her nothing by way of a smile or a sneer, for she was yet to know this ones true personality. The other was an odd looking pegasus, her fur white and blotched in black, like she'd been rolling in a patch of soot. She seemed to be all spirit and words, her name Rei and her home the Dragons Throat. A herd she had heard of, but never visited. Ghost met this one with the same nod as she had met the snowy girl except her eyes were shining in interest as to the strange company she had found herself in.

The subject that they were all interested in, however, was rather oddly backing away. Like she'd seen something scary. Perhaps this was her first time visiting a place like Helovia that was home to the weirdest creatures. Ghost was not unused to this reaction, even the weirdos here found her even weirder sometimes. Some jeered at her, some whispered behind her back, some simply stared and then there were the odd few who accepted her. It was always amusing to watch their expressions when they came face to face with a hybrid. Though this one seemed unsure of everything around her.

Ghost looked to the other two before making a move to speak herself. The sandy horned mare had yet to give much away though only time would tell if the sprite would learn any more of these creatures. Instead, like Rei, she introduced herself and where she came from, in a neutral manner. "I'm Ghost, of the Hidden Falls" she aimed it more toward the blotchy pegasus as she too had already introduced herself, but her words were loud enough for all to hear.

Lastly, she turned her attention back onto the dappled girl with a confused look. "Are you okay?"

[ooc: Ahh! Sorry xD I couldn't make my mind up if they were or not. Thanks for the heads up ^^]

Concerning times of odd conversations with strange souls, this one surely had to make the top. The mare in question, the demurely dappled girl whom everyone was the most interested in, looked as if she'd walked into a ring of clowns all staring at her. Reeling her in. Whatever the reason was for this shy-like nature she seemed to be portraying, Ghost concerned herself little over it, her reactions appeared... Natural. After all, she was surrounded the abnormal. The mare with the dusty horn, Sheba, she spoke little and in turn gave not much away. A name to call her by and a question to poke the newcomer with. Rei, the black splotched mare on the other hand, liked to waffle on considerably and the banshee awaited her turn. A gap in proceedings to take advantage of. Rei wisely told her to be careful before she picked the direction in which to take her life, though Ghost was not sure whether she would love it here. Many had different views on that matter and the sprite had only recently found purpose in the land.

Finally the world fell silent for all accept the little tenderfoot, her time had come to answer the questions or to at least say something. However, in the end, she only managed a nod to Ghost and a whisper of a name. Dsiox. Before finally she started taking steps towards the spy and Ghost frowned until she made a movement, a nudge, a silent wish to walk beside her. To the Hidden Falls?

The sprite turned her bodice and nodded to each, Rei and Sheba, in a notice of farewell. She had no idea if this Dsiox was going to follow her, the lack of words was hard to understand though her movement suggested she had chosen quickly. Ghost shrugged it off, perhaps she would become more confident the longer she lingered in this land, but, first things first. "I will return home now, I don't like to idle for long. You may follow me if you wish, Dsiox" her cool voice added approval for the dappled belle to come along. Normally the conversation might've lasted longer, yet this poor child seemed rather tongue tied, like a rabbit thrown to a pack of wolves.

Feathers ruffled as she flexed her wings though she remained on the ground just in case she had a companion to follow her home.