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The day peaked and the wind drifted, as did her mind, which lingered on thoughts of disease and rifts. The words of Ampere turned over in her mind time after time, how did they not know how they caught these sicknesses? Everyone usually at least had a guess, something they touched or ate, perhaps it was genetic or something. It was that something that usually led to an idea or a hypothesis of a cure, but if one did not know how they got the disease then how could one know how to cure it?! Weren’t Gods meant to be the helpful immortal beings at times like this? Though Ghost increasingly thought that these days they prayed to them like good subjects only to be thrown darkness and doom. What were they doing all the time that something, somewhere always went spectacularly wrong? Not only that, they couldn’t even fix it without asking for help of the mortals below with their limited power and plucky hearts, they even had the audacity to claim their mighty title of God. Gods were meant to be signs of hope, not despair. Every time Ghost came across one she found herself thinking “what now” instead of words of fealty.

"Leave it Ghost" she murmured to herself with exasperation in her voice. Perhaps she was getting a little carried away in the back of her mind. That and she’d somehow managed to meander onto the beach and her gaze brightened visibly. The sprite, who hid around corners and in the shadows, also happened to like sunny beaches with their glorious, open spaces. It wasn’t quite right, it didn’t suit her, but her soul sang to the sound of lapping waves and the brisk wind that rolled off the shore. Perhaps it was a longing or a sense of freedom that coaxed the edges of her lips upwards into a pleasant smile.

Even a mare as dark and brooding as she could radiate from simple joy.

She wasn’t alone, however, she had left Fantöme some ways behind (probably hunting somewhere) and it was the figure of another horse that Ghost’s sharp gaze spotted. As the Cadaverous made her approach she found she recognized the mare whose striking coat made her quite easy to remember. However, it appeared Ghost hadn’t been noticed and she watched the mare for a moment, taking a strange kind of pleasure in watching what others do when the other didn’t know they were being watched. A strange but sultry language slid from the maw of Dovahkiin and the banshee couldn’t help but smile. She had quite liked this one when once they had met in the claiming grounds of Helovia. However, Ghost remembered Ampere’s first greeting and she hangs back somewhat, conflict marring her gaze as she examined the mare for visible signs of illness.

"Dovahkiin, right?" her breathy, smooth voice inquired, the uncertainty edging into her vocals.

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