Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-5583506-20140816013706

Myling nodded and went over to the door and knocked. It took a little while she heard steps inside before the door opened. There stood a young woman about her own age.

"Grita Snow-Fog?" asked Myling curiously.

The woman looked at her confused. "No, I am Vilda", she said.

''I don't know any Vilda. ''"Oh? Well, is Grita inside?"

A sad expression fell over Vilda's face. "She... she passed away just a few weeks ago, quietly in her sleep. May the Gods watch over her."

Myling became sad as well to hear the news. "She is... dead? But... who are you then?"

Vilda looked up. "I am her youngest grand-daughter."

"Daughter? Grita didn't have any children." Now it was Myling's turn to be confused. "Wait a moment? How old was Grita when she... when she passed away?"

"97", replied Vilda. "I am sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"It's Myling, Myling Wolf-Song."

Vilda raised her eyebrows. "Of the Wolf-Song clan? Didn't they move away some decades ago? I have only heard rumors, but apparently there was some nasty business up there at their cottage."

Myling felt a lump in her throat for every word spoken, and she felt her breathing become more heavier. Something was definitely amiss here. "I... have to go", she muttered.

Vilda closed the door behind her back and Myling looked at Corentin with a worried expression. "I think we are done here. I... I really need to get to my parents house."