You found me now and you heard my call

"Plenty," Osprey replied with a toothy grin, recalling all of the mystical beasts she and Mordecai had invented together, not to mention dragon-hunting missions in her early youth. For her the line between, what was real and what was imaginary, was not very distinct. Both worlds existed side by side, both mixed together often. Who was to say that none of the beasts she knew did not exist? There was no proof that they did and likewise there was no proof that they didn't.

"Plateau actually has three ghostly inhabitants, but there might be more, of course," she momentarily thought about a big ghostly gathering at certain time during the month. This idea was worth pursuing and exploring further. She would even have to mention this to Mordecai, when they met next... then with a jolt she remembered, where she was and what had happened and that nothing was fine anymore. And the flash of her old-self cringed and ran with it's tail tucked against it's belly, as if someone had hit it.

Her expression mirrorred an inner struggle, she clenched her teeth. Was there any point in lashing out at yourself constantly, denying any opportunity of having good time? No. She let it go with a sigh and looked up at Luke, silently apologizing for this. "There have been some dragons too and trolls," she went on. He could choose, whichever beast he wanted to hear about from her.