- Messages
- 54
- OOC First Name
- Sir Kaitlyn
- Wand
- Once used: Black Walnut 13 3/5" Core of Crystallized Boomslang Venom
- Age
- 7/1930
Things could be better for Lady Lydia has she rose from the depths of the Zhefarovich Manor. For years, she had haunted this place, her home, and she had refused to come to terms with the fact that she had gotten a potion wrong and managed to drink it and stop her own heart from beating again. She had passed some ghosts along the way, all surprised that the great Lady Lydia who ruled this place when she had killed her husband and died years later. Crossing into the Patriarch's Lair using nifty shortcuts of going through walls, she managed to hover in front of the Family Tree. Her ghostly gray fingers traced the edges and lines, seeing her name and then those before. She let out a gasp of surprise when she saw that her darling daughter Raisa was dead. Though when she glanced at Arnost and the amount that he had produced, she let out a snort of laughter. "He gets that from my family, poor child," mused the ghost.
Lady Lydia stopped looking at the family tree but a smile crossed on her formerly ruby red lips when she saw that her oldest son was married and who to. She descended through the floors, having great control over floating now that she has been a ghost for many, many years. It would not be long until she came across the chambers where an angelic woman was sleeping in the bed that used to be her father-in-law's. Well, no, her father-in-law's bed was across the Manor. This was newer. Or older, she could not recall. Lady Lydia floated around the bed, and she smiled graciously down at her daughter-in-law. Her gray hand went to touch her forehead, but she knew that she would just phase on through, so she retreated.
Though Lady Lydia glanced down at Danielle's stomach and she saw that she was bearing. About time, if you ask me, she thought in her mind. She crossed her arms over her chest and she out loud, "It takes them this long to elope, and they had to do it when I was not around to watch. I'm disappointed." Them married was something that she had waited so long to see but never had the chance, and she even wrote it down in her will. Though she was almost sure that Danielle could have heard her voice, how familiar and unchanged it was since she had perished from this earth. She died when she was forty-five, and now she looked upon the woman that surpassed her in age, when she was alive.
Lady Lydia stopped looking at the family tree but a smile crossed on her formerly ruby red lips when she saw that her oldest son was married and who to. She descended through the floors, having great control over floating now that she has been a ghost for many, many years. It would not be long until she came across the chambers where an angelic woman was sleeping in the bed that used to be her father-in-law's. Well, no, her father-in-law's bed was across the Manor. This was newer. Or older, she could not recall. Lady Lydia floated around the bed, and she smiled graciously down at her daughter-in-law. Her gray hand went to touch her forehead, but she knew that she would just phase on through, so she retreated.
Though Lady Lydia glanced down at Danielle's stomach and she saw that she was bearing. About time, if you ask me, she thought in her mind. She crossed her arms over her chest and she out loud, "It takes them this long to elope, and they had to do it when I was not around to watch. I'm disappointed." Them married was something that she had waited so long to see but never had the chance, and she even wrote it down in her will. Though she was almost sure that Danielle could have heard her voice, how familiar and unchanged it was since she had perished from this earth. She died when she was forty-five, and now she looked upon the woman that surpassed her in age, when she was alive.