Lion Head Mesa she is lonely most of the time

She smelled her here.

Just a brief walk, from one place to another, but it was enough to catch the scent of a ghost.

@Jakoul, Maegi called out, her voice hoarse and bouncing hard off the walls of the mesa. Jakoul—

She herself felt and looked half-dead, a ragged pale figure dragging herself over the rusty vista. She'd seized last night, and pissed herself; after a cleansing and restorative bath, she was damp, water still streaming from her tail.

The sky above was darkening.

Jakoul! 

Jacob Marley's spirit, rattling chains at her doorstep.