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

The Falls was eerily silent in the Frostfall months. The constant crashing sound of the water silenced by the cold breath that froze them in place, the ever cheerful birds that thrived on the once lush landscape had fled south to warmer climates and all in all the flight from winters grip had left the land she called home all rather quiet and dull. The ground was hard, even in places where it had once been mud had also become lumps ice that was difficult to walk on. Piercing sunshine lit up midmorning in the hidden land and Ghost was out, with a quick ruffle of her wings, stretching her legs with a task ingrained into her head. It was hard to know just who in her family deserved the nod of appreciation and the rewards that came with it, she didn’t know them all that well. Midas had a much better idea than she, that she would grant the golden Czar with whom she now shared an important role. She often wondered what he thought of her, the quiet little shadow who said nothing, yet he had crowned her without a fault in his words so, for now, she trusted his judgement and his alliance.

Rounding a corner and descending further into the territory until finally she came upon the small meadow like clearing, the Cadaverous finally came to a halt. Yes, she knew very little of these creatures, but that didn’t stop their good deeds from reaching her ever keen ears. Raising her lips to the freezing wind she called out the name of one who aptly represented their frigid world. ”Elsa?” She wondered if the Mason was fond of winter as she looked very much like the equine form of it.

The young monarch waited patiently for the talented crafter as her red tipped wings pressed closely to her sides as an extra protection from the cold. The banshee’s slim form not granting her any great warmth.

@[Elsa]

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

Ghost wasn’t alone in the snowy scene for long, but what joined her first was not all what she was expecting.

Slowly her gaze turned to meet the beady eyed one of the bird who had appeared next to her. His icy form reminiscent of the girl she sought and for a moment the prospect of shape shifting came to mind. Her father could do it after all. Though she hadn’t heard that Elsa could perform the same thing. It was only when she noticed the Mason come into her line of sight that she scrapped the idea. The Czarina’s gaze did still wander back to the bird with a curious look as it peeped up at her in what looked like an attempt to capture her attention. Ghost snorted and offered the foul an amused frown before the creature returned to the pale girl who came so loyally at her call.

She seemed reserved. Or at least, that was what Ghost gathered from the master crafter who lowered her head and avoided eye contact. Did she suspect something bad to happen? Or had she done something that might cause her to panic at the prospect of being reprimanded for it? For a moment, the Cadaverous said nothing. Intrigued and feeling slightly mischievous, wondering whether she should drag the mystery of the meeting out a little longer just to watch the Mason squirm under her gaze.

Perhaps that wasn’t the best way to get to know ones subjects.

She paused for a moment as Elsa addressed her formally, gathering her thoughts as she pondered the mare in front of her and wondered how she would break the ice. Ghost herself wasn’t all that good at conversations after all. Yet, a few seconds later, the banshee took a breath and attempted to ease the tension in the air. ”I know we aren't that well acquainted and I would much like the opportunity to get to know you more, if you would give me your time one day.” She began; her soft voice portrayed very little feeling even though she was being sincere. ”Our Lord and patron God sends you a gift. A blessing if ever you have children in the future.” A rather strange gift Ghost had decided earlier, but to bless ones child is almost like blessing ones future in the end.

Feeling a little awkward that she had nothing physical to give the Mason, Ghost turned and tore a loose red feather from her wing and moved to offer it to the mischievous looking bird between two snowy ears. ”Take it as my loyalty to you and my own thanks for your contributions, Mason” she said finally. Whether Elsa would keep it or trash it Ghost had no clue, but it was a token of mutuality and goodwill she hoped the mare would accept.

[ooc; lol I totally struggled on how to give foal stats ICly xD
BUT congratulations! Elsa has won a seasonal prize (foal stats, no magic) from Frostfall. It will be added to your prize records soon. You can take or leave the feather ^^]

@[Elsa]