[PK Post] Weathered Yarn

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A body would wash ashore along the river that ran near  the farms of Haense, the body would be bloated and worn from tumbling against rocks in the river. The corpse would be slightly unrecognizable, only covered in a degrading dress with floral patterns on it as the long brown hair would be tangled with weeds, yarn and a set of broken glasses. The female body would rot out of the water for a few days before a farmer came to inspect it. The man was horrified to find the decaying mass, covered his nose and came closer to look for any identification. The only thing he could find in the woman's pockets was a broken knitting needle with words 'Return to .... Ludovar'. 

 

Freya's last moments were blurry, from losing her glasses, to falling, to being in excruciating pain, it was all very blurry. It had been a few years after the blizzard had ended, the snow was melting slowly with each day, yet it would refreeze into ice overnight. Maybe she shouldn't have been returning to the keep so late at night, Freya could have stayed in the tavern. But she was blindly stubborn and left back for the keep hours after the sun had set. So, as she walked up the steep steps, she walked over hundreds of times, she tripped and fell forward. The glasses on her face fell with her, landing at the edge of the steep mountainside. The woman groaned in annoyance, slowly inching her way around to look for the things that would let her see. She crept up to the ledge unknowingly and found her glasses. Freya stood up as she put the glasses on, frowning as the glass was cracked. One step forward and she was falling again, screams cut short as her head hit the jagged rocks on the mountainside. Silently she fell until landing in a pile of snow on the side of the mountain, her head pounding as she would begin to bleed to death. Her body would lie in that snow pile for months, frozen in wait till spring came and the snow would slosh down to the river beds. Her body moved with the flow, getting pulled under the rushing water that moved to Valdev.

 

The farmer would wrap the corpse in a large blanket, pinning it shut with the knitting needle before hefting the body into the back of his cart and starting the long walk to the Ludovar's keep. After many hours, he would arrive, and giving his best explanation he would hand off the body to any adult present. "I found the lass' body by the farms, looked to be washed ashore. I am sorry, that is all I know." The man would be quick to depart after that, leaving whomever there to deal with the smelling corpse.