Moonlit stroll (Open post)

[pandora_antioch]

It is a calm night - and on the clearing, near the edge of the forest, one might notice a figure, clad simply in a linen gown of indistinct light colors, walking solemnly.

Pandora walks - quietly, without subterfuge, in simple meditation. This, she does much since her recent travails - she searches herself, answers and commitments, decisions and

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[sisterbenedict]

Wilhelmina is going for a walk, frowning at her feet and annoyed at herself for not having the guts to go talk to some of Jaenelle's friends. Because she's lonely, and nervous, and Jaenelle's so busy and whatever happened with Lucivar he's not at all right and even scarier than he was.

So she's outside, avoiding people, in typical Wilhelmina fashion.

[pandora_antioch]

As it seems Wilhelmina is a pot of emotions, it’s difficult for Pandora not to notice her. She doesn’t make any noise when she walks, Pandora, but she’s now purposely being conspicuous and loud, which means that she is, er, being audible.

A gentle sound from her throat. She does not wish to scare the emoting young woman away.

[sisterbenedict]

Oh, she's not emoting, just kind of bewildered. Perpetually. And starts at the noise. "Er - hello?" And a glow of witchlight starts above her hand, illuminating a little circle around her.

[pandora_antioch]

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," says Lydia-Pandora softly. She doesn't need light to see the young woman, or to sense her start.

The light, however, casts a little bit of a haze around Pandora - she's her usual, tall, brown haired self. Hair is coiling in the light wind with wistful grace, her skin, olive for now the burn, might almost look human - but her golden eyes will likely give her oddness away.

[sisterbenedict]

She just looks Hayllian, and like a Lady, and even though she's a landen Wilhelmina drops a quick curtsey, lowering her eyes in automatic submission that she's acquired rather than that's natural.

"It's nothing. I'm all right. I'm sorry."

[pandora_antioch]

Hayllian? We don't know about Hayllian, but a bit alien, certainly.

"You did nothing wrong," she says softly, curtsying in return. "My name is Lydia."

[sisterbenedict]

"Wilhelmina Benedict," in a small voice.

[pandora_antioch]

Between the two of them, they're probably remarkably quiet. "Lovely to meet you," she says with a smile. "Although I wonder what one does out so late."

She already knows, but she is offering a chance for her to speak.

[sisterbenedict]

Wilhelmina looks at her feet. "I - um. I don't have a room. Right now."

She does, it's just occupied by a VERY VERY PISSY WARLORD PRINCE.

So as good as not having one.

[pandora_antioch]

Well that's interesting, considering Lydia is homeless. She's sleeping in a cave at the moment. No way she's going to live at the Mansion - not having an address at the moment suits her, though she yet has to find out how Marius tracked her down. She does need to address that, though. And the clothes thing. She can't keep on stealing from people. (There's one frustrated lady, somewhere, wondering where her dress is. It's perhaps Morgause, because Pandora doesn't like her instinctively.)

That's going to be one very unhappy wizard when she finds him and tracks him down.

“Then let us walk together, if you like,” she says gently. “Tell me, why you have no longer a place to sleep.”

[sisterbenedict]

Wilhelmina looks up, bravely, and tries for a tentative smile. "Thank you." A pause. "Well - it's not a bad thing. Really."

[pandora_antioch]

As the invitation, Lydia starts to walk, slowly, her steps unheard - she is almost gliding, but not quite.

"How so?" she asks softly. "Will you not wish to rest?"

[sisterbenedict]

Wilhelmina shakes her head quickly. "Oh no! I'll be all right. I wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone."

[pandora_antioch]

Lydia just sort of double-takes. "Are you not one who needs to rest?"

Because she kind of DIES at sunrise. Rest doesn't quite cut it. Besides, vamps are used to very scant accommodations.

[sisterbenedict]

Wilhelmina blinks, wide eyed. "Well - yes, but I'll be all right for one night. Or two." A little shiver and she clutches her upper arms. "I don't want to go back until he's gone."

[pandora_antioch]

A little look of concern flashes over Lydia’s eyes. “What happened? Who chased you?”

She puts her hand, on her arm, where the cloth is to avoid frightening her with the coldness of her flesh. “Tell me. I will listen.”