"Ladies of Naslan send their regards," Frost Wanderer Ivan released the reins of his Ghost Horse, doffed his hat and, seated on his own carriage frame, engaged Lyle in conversation. Fluffy snowflakes fell from the top of the carriage, gathering small Phantoms in twos and threes, who came closer, sat at the clearing beside the carriage, and outstretched their small hands to catch the glistening snowflakes. Nia did not join them; she had played many times before and was now leaning on Lyle's back showing an expression of grown-up pride and disdain.
Lyle felt somewhat sorry, and with an awkward laugh, said: "Once things are settled here, I'll return promptly. I truly apologize for making you take the trip."
The aloof Ivan smiled politely, "This is my job, and I'm happy to run errands for Naslan. Besides, I have other messages to convey to you." A ghostly palm caressed the neck of the horse, eliciting a contented snort of icy mist from the caressed Ghost Horse.
