Open Post
Idril has been feeling unnaturally cooped up, even with the great expanses of the mansion, so she has escaped outside - and, after a bit of wandering, has ended up by the lakeside, ankle deep in the water, looking for all the world like maiden waiting for a ship to appear on the horizon. It is a silly thought, of course, since she can see the other side from here, and the water that is soaking the hems of her skirt is fresh and not salty, yet for some reason she still pauses and watches the waves.