Freyia.
Is that her name?
Yu Sheng crouched down in front of the tombstone, reaching out to feel the crisscrossing engravings on it.
A gentle breeze blew from the depths of the mist, carrying a sound as pleasant as wind chimes. Yu Sheng glimpsed a flash of white light at the edge of his vision, and when he looked up, he saw a pure white figure slowly drifting down from the mist, landing on a nearby tombstone.
She sat on the tombstone, her pure white wings hanging down to the ground from her back. She propped her chin on her hands, her legs swinging slightly, as if smiling over at them.
"Freyia?"
Yu Sheng tried calling out her name.
The girl laughed softly, nodding, yet she still didn't speak. She merely floated up and circled Yu Sheng and Erin twice, then landed on another nearby tombstone.
