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..?"
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..?"