There was a familiar peace that settled over Ghost as she left the herd land and crept into the shadows once again. She might now carry a new title, but the banshee was the same introvert as she always had been, although the newly crowned Cadaverous had a feeling she'd have to step out of that shell now. As long as she got these times, a moment to walk alone or complete a task, she would revel in her new power and slip into her role like an old boot. Her life would split into two and she would live both to the fullest. There were those who looked meant for leadership, like Midas in all his golden glory, and then there were creatures like herself. Quiet, contemplative, manipulative and dark. She didn't ooze control from her every fibre, but instead wove it through word and deed. For now the sprite was intent on holding her position for as long as possible, for a long time she had followed orders, but now it was her turn to call the shots.

At this moment, however, Ghost enjoyed the privacy the trees brought as she strolled through them until finally she emerged out onto the plains by the Heart Caves. Snow drifted all around her and the air smelt icy clean, the kind of smell that only went with winter and it was enjoyable. Her fur was becoming thicker, she'd spent a few days off the luxury of the sunny Sky Island and her body was quickly trying to adapt to the difference in climate. She wondered if those who lingered for too long on the island would freeze when they came down, the seasons did not run naturally on that island after all. In fact the place seemed to be anything but natural.

Thoughts churning, she continued her walk until a movement caught in the corner of her eye. A stallion, a winged one at that, he was dark like midnight with what looked like gold dust dotted here and there and the closer she walked the more she thought he was a rather handsome looking fellow. His mane a picture in monochrome and she watched him descend into the earth, into the caves themselves. Ghost followed him at a fair distance, gently making her way towards the entrance before entering the cave herself as her ears caught the sound of clattering hooves and she chuckled to herself. Caves were not the natural place for a horse after all, especially a winged one whose life was meant for the freedom of the sky and not the suffocating underground. The many had squeezed into this one place when the wraiths had come and although damp and unseemly at first, there was much wonder to be found in these caverns.

The Cadaverous followed the cave wall, sticking to the shadow before finally deciding to present herself before him. Only the flicker of white and red on her wings clearly visible in their dark surroundings. "A cave." She purred at him, stating the obvious with a hint of humour, "many lived here to escape an evil that once plagued Helovia" she informed him breezily.

@[Bucephalus]

She felt at home in the darkness that clung to the underground passages. There was something comforting about the way it hugged and shrouded her body, she took solace in its quiet and admired the feelings it stirred within her. The crystals were pretty, but not needed in the young sprite’s opinion. For now, however, the stranger before her captivated her attention and she watched as his gaze trailed across the cave until eventually his eyes caught onto her presence. It was hard to tell what he might be thinking or feeling, the lack of light hindered her ability to view his posture clearly. His words enlightened little, but forced a snort to pass through her nostrils in faint humour. Was he new around here? Maybe she shouldn’t laugh at the ignorant male and part of her wanted to leave him in the dark about the turbulent times of Helovia, why spoil all the fun? In fact, she was so set on not telling him that she automatically shot a disapproving look to the girl to joined the conversation, spoiling her little moment of fun.

It was hard to make out what this one looked like, maybe pale from the odd flicker of light, but she stood some strides away near the entrance. The other fellow was also making a b line for the exit, which prompted another laugh from the banshee’s lips. Apparently there was something in the air. That or she smelt weird. Maybe it was fear.

Her sharp gaze shifted to the two silhouettes, but she made no move to stop the male from leaving. Instead she relied on word instead, if he was interested to learn more about the land and the residents he now resided with then he would stay, if not, then there was no point forcing the unwilling. ”The girl is right. Peace here is quite uncommon and even now there are old tensions, feuds… Strange happenings that threaten it.” Flesh eating worms came to mind. ”These caves were a haven when the land was infested with wraith like creatures.” She said with her voice somewhere in the cold not too distant past.

The Cadaverous looked over to where the two might be with interest. Scary stories in a dark cave were not the best way to greet the new flesh that crossed the borders. Yet, Ghost found it much more interesting this way. She wasn’t very good at “hello” after all. ”Though enjoy the peace whilst you can” it was a meagre attempt to put a brighter spin onto the conversation. Even that had a darker meaning spun onto the end of it.

@[Bucephalus]
ooc: SO sorry for the delay!! D: <333