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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[sceltwarlord]

Khardeen is sprawled in a chair in the main room, nibbling on a cookie and examining a book with rather bored curiosity.

[pandora_antioch]

She feels his presence - and he likely would feel hers - but Pandora tends to avoid the Mansion, so he'll have to get out if he wants to meet her.

We're sorry, Lydia-Pandora is ubiquitous that way.

[sceltwarlord]

Khardeen senses her and pauses for several moments, then vanishes the book and crosses the room, opens the window, and sits on the windowsill. "Just wandering around out there?" Mildly.

[pandora_antioch]

"Just so," she replies - she knew he would come. A very little smile of hers comes to her lips, and she says, "I sensed you. Will you come and walk with me?"

[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.