Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-1524575-20160616204843/@comment-35609040-20160621204511

As the Sparrow swung to a sliding stop amidst the trees and the wind, floury snow was thrown into the air like newly unsettled dust. It had probably, itself, been untouched for longer than most dust. The Ghost appears, its voice frantic, "You didn't have to do that". Khyber dizzily stepped off the vehicle. "But it was fun", he laughed. The woods are brought to the Light by the Ghost's lowing eye. "Some call it fun, others call it unnecessary", it says meditatively. "There".

The Ghost points itself in the direction of more trees.

"What is it?", asks Khyber.

"Movement", the orb says concisely, "Probably more Fallen"

"Great", quips Khyber.