(no subject)
Four days, Delysia spent on the island before it went and got turned upside down, in a manner of speaking, too much heat and utterly unappealing huts replaced with snow drifts and little pink houses. Those four days, she spent loathing this place, wishing every time she closed her eyes that when she opened them again, she would be back in England, where everything was left in a situation far from ideal. All of that changed, though, with the arrival of the wintry weather. Despite the strange overnight transition, it's done wonders for her mood. (Some of that, too, is her finally mustering up the ability to try to make the best of this, but she would pin it on the weather if asked.) It's just impossible not to be cheerful with everything looking so festive, leaving her content at worst and like a kid in a candy store at best. There's so much to see, and it's all so quaint, that there's simply no other way she could react to it.
Earlier, she'd gone out in the snow; she'd hesitate to call it playing, though there were snow angels and a good deal of giggling involved. From there, she went back to the Compound to warm herself up, where she decides after a little while that there's really no sense in sitting around inside and wasting a perfectly good day. She's been eying the hot tub since she first noticed it, and thinks it might be about time for her to take advantage of it, though she still isn't sure it's the best place for it, out in the snow like that. It isn't going to stop her.
She's got a coat over a swimsuit when she ventures back outside, the latter piece of clothing one that she thinks is far too small to qualify as anything at all, but the box wouldn't give her anything else and she's seen other people wearing them, anyway. Besides, Delysia Lafosse has never been self-conscious. The coat gets left by the little stairs as she climbs up and sinks into the warm water, exhaling slowly as she does, mouth curved in a contented little smile. In the middle of the snow it might be, but just as she suspected, whoever put this here definitely had a good idea.
[Timed to afternoonish. ST/LT more than welcome, as always.]
Earlier, she'd gone out in the snow; she'd hesitate to call it playing, though there were snow angels and a good deal of giggling involved. From there, she went back to the Compound to warm herself up, where she decides after a little while that there's really no sense in sitting around inside and wasting a perfectly good day. She's been eying the hot tub since she first noticed it, and thinks it might be about time for her to take advantage of it, though she still isn't sure it's the best place for it, out in the snow like that. It isn't going to stop her.
She's got a coat over a swimsuit when she ventures back outside, the latter piece of clothing one that she thinks is far too small to qualify as anything at all, but the box wouldn't give her anything else and she's seen other people wearing them, anyway. Besides, Delysia Lafosse has never been self-conscious. The coat gets left by the little stairs as she climbs up and sinks into the warm water, exhaling slowly as she does, mouth curved in a contented little smile. In the middle of the snow it might be, but just as she suspected, whoever put this here definitely had a good idea.
[Timed to afternoonish. ST/LT more than welcome, as always.]