It was her wedding day. She prayed to mammo that her husband would be as great as she'd dreamed as a child. Arrangements were scary, but she would adapt. She was a tough gal. Her prayers came true, her husband was handsome, tall, and loving--perhaps too loving. She didn't care, however. This was the man of her dreams. The wedding was perfect, her lashes swayed lightly with her ribbons, roses decorated her fur, and the faint glow of the sun shining down on her showed mammo's blessing. She was blinded by this fantasy. Later at dusk, her newfound husband asked her to meet him in a lovely garden, which was closed at night. When she arrived, her joy turned into a tragedy. She waited in the cold, windy darkness, looking around for her love under the full moon. She thought she saw something behind a nearby tree, but she blinked. When her eyes opened, she woke up d3@d. Now, she lingered, a misty presence tethered to the place where her life ended and her eternity began. She wasn't a vengeful spirit, merely a heartbroken one, forever searching for the groom she barely had time to kiss as a wife. This garden was her domain, and when the moon was at its fullest, casting a golden glow on a silver stream nearby, her features were easily seen. Travelers have reported a chill, unrelated to the cold along with scents of roses and honey along with a faint cry of a female Vynambyta. One night, a male Vynambyta (who just so happened to be destined to wed that day) swore he saw a beautiful lady Vynambyta standing in the meadow, her face laced with sorrow. He went to talk to her, but she faded into the darkness. When he told a shopkeeper the next day, they had mentioned the local legend of the "Ghost Bride," who had lost her groom over a century ago. The ghoul continued her silent vigil, a timeless figure of love and loss. She would never find her husband upon the living, but in her heart, she held onto the hope that one day, their spirits would reunite, and her eternal search would finally come to an end. Until then, the garden remained her solemn home, a reminder of a love story cut tragically short.
Character by @Ytankai-Okhahu Story by @Sleeping_Atlas Event by @Khelkah
