Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-5583506-20140824014915

"You are so much older than me then", said Myling and smiled sadly. "It kind of feels good to have someone more experienced in that subject, if you know what I mean?" She sighed. "My fiancé, he is dead... isn't he? I was never good with math, but from my calculations he would have been around Grita's age by now, meaning he is probably already deceased."

A new motion of chock and sadness set into her as she suddenly realised the actual timespan. "Oh, Gods. He must have been wondering all along where I went! He must have asked himself: 'Where did she go?' and 'Did she leave me?' He must have been heartbroken and and angry with me. Little did he know that I was so close... so close, yet so far away. All he had to do was to peer down that dark pond to know where his bride-to-be had gone."

She sighed loudly and dried a tear from her eye. "I am sorry, I must seem like such a complete pathetic ghost to you, complaining about things you have put up with for over 200 years. Gods, I really need a hug or something."