Day 17
"Spirit," Asha said softly as they walked through the graveyard, "who was the woman that was so unloved?"
The Ghost of Chrismtas Yet to Come pointed at a single tombstone that, despite being relatively new, was already covered in grime and snow and surrounded by unkempt grass and weeds.
Asha swallowed and slowly walked towards the headstone before suddenly turning. "But… one CAN change, can't they spirit? Why else would you show me these things if they could not?"
The Ghost of Chrismtas Yet to Come merely pointed once more.
Stepping closer Asha bent down and with a shaking hand wiped the tombstone clean.
YARA GREYJOY
"…oh. It's not me."
The Spirit blinked.
"Heh, fuck you 'Yara', whoever the fuck you are!" She flipped the headstone off. "I'm gonna go reavin' now!"
The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come sighed.
"I LEARNED NOTHING!"