[color=PaleTurquoise]“Why are you talking to crabs?”[/color] A voice rang out suddenly behind the young dragon-kin, carried with a lilting Irish brogue but strangely thick and breathy, as if the speaker had just stopped crying. She stood at the edge of the small island, the waves lapping at her feet, and indeed it seemed as if she had just emerged from the water because she was completely soaked. It was a shame as well, because the saturation marred her strangely unearthly beauty and plastered what looked to be a glorious head of red hair to her scalp, distorting her appearance. For all intents and purposes though she still looked quite human, and despite her sudden arrival at an island that could hardly be considered accessible she didn’t seem that unusual save for one thing. She wore a frayed wedding dress. 

This wasn’t an ordinary by-passer out for a swim.

The Wraith fixed Evvie with a piercing glare, her eyes red-rimmed and chillingly pale blue. Her face had twisted into one of minor irritation, but it looked prime to furrow into a deeper anger if she was not immediately placated or left alone.

[color=PaleTurquoise]“More importantly, why are you here bothering me with your stomping and loud noises?”[/color] She asked again, this time with less interest and more guarded threat in her voice.