Crane was a small and thinner than an average MudWing, with brown scales. She lets out a tiny shriek as she looks at herself and notices she’s a bit transparent Crane: I’m… dead? But M-My neck… She reaches to her neck and feels where she was cut and looks down to see that nothing is around her like time has passed on like nothing Crane: … wonder if I can find my brother… maybe he will be able to see me and help! She jumps and she floats in the air Crane: … how do I get back down? She frowns and shrugs as she tries to figure out how to control herself as being a ghost