[open] where you'll find me, is where you'll find all is love
[OOC: Lola's final post before I rift her for some time. I will be bringing her back again at some point - so not to worry! Also, this is open to backtagging as I know some people are on hiatus and stuff. And this isn't just for people who know her too! Anyone's welcome to meet Lola even if it'll be the first time for a while. Anywho - there are two places to tag her as the third is for Iris only. Enjoy! <3]
For once, Lola is not fighting monsters today. Today is a day Lola is going to be a teenager for once. It’s a very rare thing that she’ll ever have such a day. And although it feels very alien - she’s going to enjoy it.
Earlier on in the day, she’s sat on the floor in one of the commons rooms of Kashtta by the window during a cold, yet sunny afternoon reading ‘Alice in Wonderland’. She’s taken some advice Dean gave to her and is trying cheeseburgers for the first time in her entire life. She likes them very much - which is why she bought a lot of them, along with fries and chocolate milkshakes. Seriously. THERE ARE A LOT.
Later on, she’s off to visit Iris. She’s not seen her since she was attacked, focusing more on patrolling. As she had told Iris, it was her duty as a friend to patrol in her name. Besides, she’s better fighting monsters than she is at dealing with emotions. Part of Lola is scared to see her because she knows the damage done to her wings. But Iris is her friend - she has to go and see her. She can’t put it off any longer.
After seeing Iris, she’s down in Grant Park, enjoying that spring sunshine when she hears a mewing above her head. There is a kitten. In the tree. Right, well then. She’s going to be saving that kitten out of the tree. Yes, really. Still it’s relatively normal, it’s not fighting monsters. Unfortunately said kitten is stuck very high up in a very large tree. And no matter how hard she tries, she can’t climb up the trunk to reach the first branch. She flings herself at the trunk, manages to shimmy up a little way before sliding down or slipping off and falling on her backside with a soft thump.
This is why she hates being so tiny.