An Open Post

[fairladyangier]

Lydia is in the main room on the floor, stretched out staring into a cage where a white dove is nestled. A small smile is tipped across her face as she watches the bird, a part of her father's magic act that has become her pet. Beside her is her favorite doll, posed into a sitting position, within arm's reach should she want it.

Her hair is braided, and she's wearing a dress meant for play, and she is (of course) free to be bothered. In fact, she'd like the company.