"It'll be dangerous, you know. Daybreak really doesn't like Midnight being around."

Aradia'd heard about the party along the grapevine of the community - secrets tend to find to the dead one way or another, and it'd been easy enough to hitch a ride with another attendee without raising a fuss. Which lead to this. An announcement like that doesn't go unnoticed and she remembers how terrified her coven was of Daybreak retribution, before she'd died.

Curiosity played a part, of course. She dimly remembers the host from a past meeting, and if she's honest about her claims then the two have a cause in common, despite their different statures. So when a lull appears between well-wishers and visitors, it doesn't take long for a flickering ghost to manifest near the fire, fingers worrying creases into her old tattered skirt.

"But you probably know that. It'd be silly if you didn't, and a way bigger risk to announce all this. But you said you wanted people to be safe."

It's almost a question, in between her stilted-deadpan rambling. Whoops.