Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141003213306/@comment-5583506-20141008182340

Myling knocked carefully a couple of times on the murky old door, afraid that knocking too hard might have caused it to collapse. Then she waited... There was a sound from the inside as if someone struggled to get the door lock open.

Someone even bothered to put a lock on this thing?

The door swung open and a small, knotty old woman appeared from behind it. "Who are you and what do you want?" she asked with a wheezing voice.

Must probably be Grita's grand-mother or something...

"Uhm... My name is Myling and I was just wondering whether Grita was home..."

"Who?"

"Grita? This is the home of Grita Snow-Fog right?"

The old lady scratched her head. "Well, I don't know about any Grita, but my name is Vilda Snow-Fog if that can be to some help."

Vilda?

"You are a relative of Grita then?"

The old lady peered suspiciously out on the young woman in front of her. "I sincerely hope you aren't referring to the Grita Snow-Fog I am thinking of."

Myling was getting more and more worried for each passing moment she spent here. "Well... why not?"

Vilda shrugged. "My great great great grandmother was named Grita Snow-Fog. Haven't been anyone else since her named like that, I think. And I have studied my genealogy to know what I am talking about."

Myling rubbed herself at the back of her neck. ''Great great great grandmother? Is that supposed to be some kind of joke? ''"Uhm... you don't happen to know if there are any Frost-Songs still living in this area?"

The old woman raised an eyebrow. "Frost-Songs? Here? I hope you are joking with this old lady, my sweet. All I know from my family history is that there were a couple of Frost-Songs or something living in a cottage just up the road around the time of my maternal ancestor. So there is basically just me, the last member of the Snow-Fog clan and a few members of the Cold-Howl clan still living here after all these centuries."

Myling could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest and cold sweat running from her forehead. "You... you are lying to me, aren't you? There is... there is no way...."

She quickly turned from the old woman without saying goodbye or anything. "Come Rowan, let's find my home and my parents, it is clear that that old woman is delusional or something."

''Her maternal ancestor? Last member of the Snow-Fog clan? Centuries? It is not possible... ''