Topic: Returning a favor in kind..

Lydia Loran

Date: 2008-02-13 14:09 EST
It had come as a shock to Lydia when she overheard some talk and gossip in The Stitch. There was an arrest made in WestEnd - nothing new, but the shocking part had been the who and why. Kacey. Murder. Those two words were so foreign together... The green haired elf knew not much of Kacey, but enough to consider a friend. To consider her kind.. not.. not a murderer. No.

She passed the news along to the other members of The Stitch family, and though they didn't know Kacey well either there was still a sense of disbelief. A sense of wanting to help Kacey out. Erin and Ivy had worked quickly in fact, to put together a basket for the lady carpenter - holding cookies, a pair of knitted gloves, and a scarf. This was the basket Lydia carried with her when she made the trip to the holding house that held Kacey.

The place didn't have the same coldness as a normal jail did, but it wasn't exactly welcoming and friendly either. It was dirty inside, as it wasn't maintained well. It was doubtful much money went into its upkeep. Perhaps something the new governor could assist in, perhaps not... such thoughts really weren't sticking with Lydia at the moment. Inside, she felt she could wither beneath all the guards' withering gaze, but that wasn't about to deter her.

Nor was the fact they didn't want her carrying anything in to see Kacey. Lydia was insistent however, and after a compromise and a search of the basket and a brief frisking, she was allowed to carry said basket into the back where the rooms were. A room towards the far end of a hallway was unlocked by a guard, and after being informed she was getting a generous ten minutes with Kacey, she was ushered into the too small, too dark room...

Lydia startled somewhat when the door was slammed shut behind her, and turned towards the closed door with a scowl. Shaking her head, pale blues drifted back to the room at large, voice tentative and soft. "Kacey...? You here..?"

Kacilla Lynne

Date: 2008-02-13 21:47 EST
Her eyes had widened a bit ? at least, the one not almost swollen shut had widened ? when the door opened. The one narrow window, set high on the wall, threw a small patch of sun by the door and framed Lydia standing there, clutching her basket. That and the small barred window in the doorway were the only sources of light in the cell. It took a moment for Kacey to realize that was the reason for Lydia?s tentative voice. Lydia couldn?t see her; by now Kacey?s eyes had adjusted to the dimness.

Scrape of fabric against stone as Kacey eased stiffly from where she had been huddled against the wall. She moved cautiously, slowly, with care for cracked ribs and bruised kidney. By far the most shocking things about her appearance as she moved into the light were the livid bruise across the left side of her jaw and the blackened right eye that was currently interfering with her depth perception. Despite that she tried to smile in welcome to Lydia ? and given the lop-sided nature her smile usually possessed, it was an expression almost unchanged.

?Lydia! I didn?t expect to see you.? Note of relief in her voice ? she hadn?t really expected to see anyone, much less the green-haired elf. There was some comfort to knowing that she hadn?t been abandoned. Kacey suppressed a stab of combined worry and fear as thought of Davarin flashed across her mind. He hadn?t come, not yet, and she didn?t know if he even knew she had been taken by the guard. If he knew, surely he would come? Doubt surged and was firmly squashed down. A slight shake of her head dismissed the errant thought, and she focused on Lydia again. ?How did you hear? What did you hear??

She had to know what rumors were spreading, to know what she had to fight. Her gaze flicked briefly to the basket in Lydia?s hand, then back to the delicate features of the green-haired elf. Kacey?s expression softened somewhat as she spoke again, her voice low and earnest. ?I know what the guards are saying, but they?re wrong. I need to know what?s happening, if there?s an investigation, something.? News seemed the most important thing right now.

Lydia Loran

Date: 2008-02-15 23:33 EST
Lydia heard Kacey, but at first? She could not see her. It took but a few moments however, for pale blues to adjust to the darkness. She couldn't fully assess Kacey's injuries, but what she could see was horrifying enough. Brows twisted in worry and anger at the sight. "Gods...Kacey..." Her steps were quick as she approached her, something almost hesitant however. In another circumstance she may have tried to hug her, but the way Kacey carried herself made that seem a bad idea.

Biting at her lip, she suppressed her own questions and concerns to address Kacey's words. "I was at work when I overheard some people gossiping... I didn't get many details at all, I'm sorry. I only know that you were arrested for-" Lydia paused, the next word coming out in a whispery breath. "-murder." Se was quick to shake her head defiantly. "I know that's ridiculous though. We all do.. Erin and Ivy, they put this basket together for you..."

Pale blues lowered towards said basket, almost defeatedly. "Not much, but just.. something to eat. Something to keep you warm." She closed her eyes for a moment as she lifted the basket some. "I wish I could tell you everything going on, but I don't know either. There probably is an investigation going on, but I can't say for certain."

Lydia's attention shifted to refocus on Kacey more intently. "What happened to you? Gods, you look... the wounds look new. Did they do this to you?" Quiet words, in case a curious guard was trying to eavesdrop. "Do you even have a bed in here? ...these conditions are horrible. You've done nothing wrong and they're treating you like a criminal. I.. I can talk to Matt? I can talk to someone for you? I.. is there anything I can do for yoU?" The thoughts of even offering to break her out occurred, but that.. that would only make things worse. It would make Kacey look guilty.