The Hidden Falls was the closest herd to the Threshold, but it was still a way to travel on foot. Ghost felt the ache to unfurl her wings and she would have done so in a heartbeat if it weren’t for her ground born recruit. Instead she passed the time by observing him and thinking of questions that might use to instigate a more casual conversation. Her skills in the area were well known for being little to none, but the Cadaverous had been trying to improve her recluse like nature recently. Even if it was a slow process that she battled with every day. Part of her still wanted to return to the days of being a Sleuth and lurking from the shadows. She resented Essetia for that as talented as the girl was; she had the role Ghost had been happiest in. Alas, the banshee had followed her lust for power and in the process put herself in a position of discomfort. Still, she was determined to grow into the crown on her head to spite herself if nothing else. "So, Boltar. Have any interests or talents? We pride ourselves on being a hardworking family and each of us picks a profession that takes our personal preference." The words rolled off her tongue with ease, there was no demand or great emotion to it.

She thinks of when she had first followed the Asylum to the Falls and her pursuit of intelligence. Spying had given her the quietness she desired but also fulfilled her need to know things. She had flourished under the hooves of Seele until her untimely demise had put her where she was now. "I was once a spy. I’m not a social animal, but I also have a habit of being nosy, a contradiction that often puts me at odds with myself. Still, the role gave me purpose." She hoped the short tale would inspire him to think of what he would like to do, if not, it was harmless information.

The trees became scattered and she neared the pathway that lead up to the Heavenly Fields, pointing it out to her grey traveller as she did so. Near it was one of the rocky entrances to the Hidden Falls and the daunting path that led in.

She motioned for him to follow and carefully the banshee made her way down into the realm of cascades and meadows. The roaring of water getting louder until the trail led her side by side with the magnificent piece of nature that crashed its way down to earth. Being so close meant that Ghost had very little chance of raising her voice above its noise, it was ideal for sharing secrets to linger near them, but not so handy for general talk. Instead the Czarina, with wolf pup in tow, followed the path all the way to the bottom where it opened out into a meadow that was marked with the odd tree and caressed by Tallsun's blistering heat.

She turns to see if he is still following her before introducing him formally. "Welcome to the Falls".

(ooc: Blah back to third person, still not sure if I like first person Ghost or whether I just can’t write first person x.x Anyway, everyone welcome @Boltar (tag removed for edit)!)

He is interesting and Ghost is quite captivated to know what else he has to say to her. His opinions seemed to roll off his tongue in brutal honesty, a stallion that seemed to know who he was and yet not what he wanted. There were parts of him that struck the Czarina as familiar traits that she had once had. That selfish need to ignore the world and not get involved, that her own problems were enough that she hadn’t wanted the hassle of everyone else’s. Yet, as time had rolled relentlessly by, she was changed from an uncaring arrogant youth to an equally arrogant leader and saddled with the problems of many. Still, she did not know what she wanted from the world and was perhaps more confused about herself than she had been before this bizarre rise to sovereignty. Ghost thought she saw parts of her old self in this dappled traveller and warmed to him a little more. His words of magic allowed Ghost an insight into possible uses she may have for him, a warrior perhaps. "Impressive. I imagine that has got you out of trouble a few times?"

When he admits his issue she stifles a laugh, "you don’t say" the thought running through her head as she remembers his unimpressed response to her back at the Threshold. Though the mare wouldn’t necessarily call it a vice if his first impression was right now and then. It might turn into a handy talent. Then again, it could always go backfire and Ghost may have a bold idiot on her hands and an army of horses he’s insulted on her doorstep. Either way, she remains curious to his admission and her head tilts at his next set of words. "Really? If I hadn’t chosen to walk to the Threshold would you be here now? Even if you hole yourself up in a cave and cut yourself off from the world, the choices of others will always affect your life… At least, this is what I believe." Her voice was light, almost as if she was remembering a thought that had once come to her. He was no spy material in her view, in that way, they were as different as sand and snow.

The boy really did drag a chortle from her lips the next he spoke and she shook her head innocently. She had been called many things but never a professional. "No I believe the waterfalls were more appealing than me and my offensive compliments" she says, her tongue layered the words with wicked sarcasm. She was rather enjoying their odd little conversation. "The warriors here are getting quite few in number and are needing more recruits to organize practise sessions, fancy lending a hoof? Your magic may come in useful" she pauses, letting the offer stand there for a moment before going on to shrug. "There are other duties such as crafting, divining and healing, if you would prefer something else" the banshee purposefully omitted spying, guessing that he would not be interested from his earlier reaction.


[ooc: so sorry this was late! You write him really well, I love his personality <3]
@[Boltar]