#myredwedding

[usefulscions]

Whispers from the shadows, "Tallyn, I'm watching you."

It’s just his imagination–she’s dead.  He saw her die, saw her plunge off the altar in the Tam-Tara Deepcroft.  It was a tragic end to a tragic tale he’d never forget, but it was over now.  “It’s just the wind,” he mutters to himself, fighting the urge to check his surroundings.  “She’s gone, there’s no one there.  Calm down, you can’t let a little mirage and some wind get to you.”

[scars-of-white-blog]

She materialized on the path ways of Gridania late at night, next to a lamp post. It began to flicker as she stood there, watching the White Mage from a distance. Her gaze was piercing as she remembered the events that took place in Tam Tara Deepcroft. How her lovely wedding had been spoiled. Edda continued to stare, "I will have my wedding," she whispered, "... and your body." As her anger boiled, the lamp post gave off a deafening pop, leaving her white figure in shadows.

He’d been walking the streets of Gridania when that popping noise caught his attention, and he looked over at the now darkened lamp post. He could feel something eerie hiding in the shadows, but he wasn’t about to go looking into it. He merely continued on his way, trying to shake off the feeling that someone was watching him.

[usefulscions]

(To Tallyn) Its late at night, not a soul out on the streets. Its oddly quiet tonight. Within the blink of an eye, Edda is there, standing off to the side, watching him. She stands with her hands clasped in front of her, a smile spread out on her lips. "What a perfect body..." She whispers, meeting his eyes before disappearing.

He can’t shake the feeling he’s being watched.  He puts his head down and walks a little faster, trying to ignore the shivers running up his spine.  The road is empty, it’s just him, so why does he feel eyes boring holes into his back and an unsettling sense of…desire?

He turns sharply, fireball in hand, and locks eyes with the ghostly figure seconds before she’s vanished.  The magic dissipates, and he’s left standing there, heart beating against his chest and a cold sweat running down his brow.  Gods, no… It can’t be…

She’s dead.

[rahelawaters]

It's late at night, the clock strikes three. You hear a rustle in the corner of your bed room, and the sound of faint laughter. Or is that crying? "Are you coming to my wedding?" A voice whispers in the dark.

Rahela feels a chill up her spine and she freezes, eyes wide in horror, but staring at nothing. She wanted to believe this was over. That day in the Deepcroft was a black, miserable failure for the Warrior of Light, and she wanted the grief to fade to the back of her mind, for time to distance herself from the tragedy.

She should have known it wouldn’t.

“It-it can’t be... Edda...”