One Mean Ghost
Your Ghost Host from the West Coast
As the cloaked pony made his way through town, he took his time to just admire the peace this place had to offer. It was one of the reasons he had chosen to settle down here. However, he could feel in his bones that the fragile peace would soon be broken... and he knew he would be the cause of it. He shook that thought from his head as he pushed open the door to the Horseshoe.
Much to his surprise, he was not the first one there. He did recognize his old cloak however. "Good morning Zaka, I knew I smelled muffins on the way here" Sky Chaser laughed softly as he trotted to the bar. "Morning to you too, Fang. I hope you slept well?" He asked glancing over at her. He knew she still didn't trust him. She could cause him a lot of problems.... He needed to find a way to get on her good side before she got into contact with Luna or Celestia...
"I still haven't figured out why you're like an Ursa Major in the mornings..."
"You seem to forget I'm a bat pony.. Mornings and us do not get along very well at all." she grumbled as she drank more of her precious morning brew. She listened as her friend spoke of having no plans. "Well, exploring works for me. This place is far bigger than it appears on any map. There's probably a lot to be seen. Though honestly, I'm more interested for the night to come. If my hunch is correct, Hast is one of the best places in all the world for star gazing." she remarked, her eyes looking out the window at the sky.
She had always been fascinated by the moon and the stars. That was why she had been so interested in their stories from the time she was just a filly. It didn't really surprise anyone that her talent was knowing the stories of the stars.