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]