Apparently there weren't many faces that crept in shadow, either that or their senses needed some fine tuning. Ghost suppressed a sigh as she watched the brightly coloured hybrid appear before her. She had heard of this one, a strange mix of equine and peacock, the one that had the leaves rustling her name. Her hooves carried her with an air of confidence and the Sleuth watched, expression unchanging as she fell to a halt. There was a bluntness to her words, the kind that the spy thought would most likely piss off many, but Ghost remained with the same frozen face and bored her eyes into the elaborate features of the fancy Bellona. As Seele had called her that day.

She shuffled her coloured wings whilst a small, eerie like smile crept onto her face to charm her small audience. "Am I?" Her eyes glinted and she pondered whether to remind the pretty peacock what the word "respect" meant. However, she deduced this one probably wouldn't care too much and instead she brushed it off with playful words. "How lovely."

The Sleuth left it at that, more interested in what the mare had to give her in information than the tedious formalities. Bellona goes on to describe a strange gruesome event of worms digging into flesh and then finally dying. This even made the brows of Ghost furrow in confusion, it wasn't the thing you hear every day after all and many concerns flittered into her mind, but the Czar spoke first.

Midas emerged and Ghost offered him a brief nod, more absorbed into the matter at hand than anything else. An infestation of worms was not a very appealing situation and the collared man was soon on with his questions. The Sleuth waited for a moment of silence to voice her own concerns and put questions to the brightly coloured mare. "Did you see a conjurer? No other strange being that might have something to do with this? Nothing else that seemed weird, other than the obvious, out the corner of your eye?" She asked intently, knowing too well that Helovia was full of animals with strange kinds of magic.

Finally she turned to Midas, "perhaps this is something we should make the herd aware of. I wouldn't want us all to drop dead from worms. How unfortunate it would be." It wasn't a solution, but awareness was always better than nothing.