It. Was. Cold.
Really, the silly green haired elf shouldn't be out, not now, not so late at night, or early in the morning if one wants to be technical. And of all places to be.. WestEnd? She should know better. She does know better! She had no business being here, she never did, and yet... here she was. Though maybe she did have reasons, even if she didn't quite know them or understand them. Silly reasons, silly worries...
Lydia exhaled sharply, her breath visible in the cold winter air. She moved quickly down the streets, steps were light as she passed alleys, and above all else, she was rather alert. Maybe overly so. Any sound she heard or thought she heard startled her. Any movement of shadow or light had her snapping her gaze that way to see...nothing. She slumped a bit, but kept moving along. Standing still for too long probably wouldn't be the best thing to do.
Clank!
Pale blue eyes took on their glow immediately as she shrieked at the sudden sound. It had come from the alley just ahead and to the right. Biting her lip, she took a cautious step foward, peering over, hand lifting a bit, ready to strike...
...then a grey blur shot out of the alley. A little grey cat had knocked over a garbage can lid searching for scraps most likely.
Lydia relaxed a bit as she sighed, the glow of her eyes fading as her gaze moved to follow the ball of fluff. She frowned faintly, rather tempted to go after it, capture it, maybe even bring it home. But it was moving so fast, really, it was already gone. Her frown deepened a bit more before she continued to walk. Seeing that cat had reminded her of her own little white fluffball, Mellon. She felt she had been neglecting him lately. He stayed in one of her two rooms at the inn, and with her working so much or staying at Grem's, she didn't see much of him unless she was dropping by to feed or water him, or take care of his litter box. She remembered that he seemed happy that time Erin brought her own kitten over, and he played with her... perhaps asking Erin if he could stay at her place for a while would be a good idea? She'd still see him, but he'd have a playmate.
It had also occured to her she could ask Grem if she could bring Mellon to his apartment to stay there sometimes. Maybe with more exposure, Mellon would actually like Grem? That... or she'd need to get some more band-aids. ...Or he'd just say no. There really was only one way to find out though.
There was a brief falter in her steps as she thought she heard...
...laughter?
Brows furrowed a bit as she lifted her head, the sounds of, yes, laughter snapping her from her thoughts. Steps were quieter than usual as she approached a nearby building, close to where she heard it from. Hand rested against the wall as she leaned foward, peeking around the corner. Eyes widened a touch at the sight. It looked to be two kids (they couldn't have been more than sixteen, maybe seventeen) laughing, snickering, amused... at what? That fallen figure at their feet, struggling to stand. The figure managed to move to hands and knees, but simply buckled again when one of those kids kicked them in the side.
"Stop that!"
The words escaped Lydia without thought as she stepped forward from her hiding spot, fists clenched at her sides. The two kids didn't seem to be phased though. Kids they were yeah, but they were also bigger, taller, stronger... and one seemed to be packing a steel bar of sorts for a weapon. The one with the bar took a few steps foward, chin up, brazen as steel smacked against the palm of his other hand. It was obvious he was trying to intimidate, and it worked at first. Lydia recoiled from him, just a little, before her eyes took on that familiar white glow.
"What the f-"
"Molito!"
Sparks erupted violently through the air, blooming and sparkling outwards from seemingly nowhere. Intimidation tactics of her own, this was really just a show. If her intentions were to harm anyone, she'd have used fire. Those sparks weren't aimed for the kids, but the direction was pretty random, so if a spark or three did accidently touch them...
"Ow!"
Steel clattered as it hit the ground before those kids took off. After all, they were just kids, and were humans with no power of their own like that. They didn't want to take their chances with the weird green haired girl with the glowing eyes and pointy ears.
Only when they were out of sight did her eyes revert back to their normal pale blue and her stance seemed a touch more relaxed. Attention turned back to the fallen figure before she moved that way, concert writ across her features. As she approached the figure became clearer. It was an elderly man, though his hair, beard, and moustache, which were all on the long side, were more blond than grey, contrasting with his deep set grey eyes, and the river-like wrinkles on his face. Clothing was old and worn, cheeks were gaunt... he looked like he could use a good meal, some clothes... a home.
"Are you alright?" Lydia kneeled down close to him, reaching out to help him up. Though she blinked a bit in suprised when he pulled away, casting an angry look towards her.
"Get offa me!"
Really, the silly green haired elf shouldn't be out, not now, not so late at night, or early in the morning if one wants to be technical. And of all places to be.. WestEnd? She should know better. She does know better! She had no business being here, she never did, and yet... here she was. Though maybe she did have reasons, even if she didn't quite know them or understand them. Silly reasons, silly worries...
Lydia exhaled sharply, her breath visible in the cold winter air. She moved quickly down the streets, steps were light as she passed alleys, and above all else, she was rather alert. Maybe overly so. Any sound she heard or thought she heard startled her. Any movement of shadow or light had her snapping her gaze that way to see...nothing. She slumped a bit, but kept moving along. Standing still for too long probably wouldn't be the best thing to do.
Clank!
Pale blue eyes took on their glow immediately as she shrieked at the sudden sound. It had come from the alley just ahead and to the right. Biting her lip, she took a cautious step foward, peering over, hand lifting a bit, ready to strike...
...then a grey blur shot out of the alley. A little grey cat had knocked over a garbage can lid searching for scraps most likely.
Lydia relaxed a bit as she sighed, the glow of her eyes fading as her gaze moved to follow the ball of fluff. She frowned faintly, rather tempted to go after it, capture it, maybe even bring it home. But it was moving so fast, really, it was already gone. Her frown deepened a bit more before she continued to walk. Seeing that cat had reminded her of her own little white fluffball, Mellon. She felt she had been neglecting him lately. He stayed in one of her two rooms at the inn, and with her working so much or staying at Grem's, she didn't see much of him unless she was dropping by to feed or water him, or take care of his litter box. She remembered that he seemed happy that time Erin brought her own kitten over, and he played with her... perhaps asking Erin if he could stay at her place for a while would be a good idea? She'd still see him, but he'd have a playmate.
It had also occured to her she could ask Grem if she could bring Mellon to his apartment to stay there sometimes. Maybe with more exposure, Mellon would actually like Grem? That... or she'd need to get some more band-aids. ...Or he'd just say no. There really was only one way to find out though.
There was a brief falter in her steps as she thought she heard...
...laughter?
Brows furrowed a bit as she lifted her head, the sounds of, yes, laughter snapping her from her thoughts. Steps were quieter than usual as she approached a nearby building, close to where she heard it from. Hand rested against the wall as she leaned foward, peeking around the corner. Eyes widened a touch at the sight. It looked to be two kids (they couldn't have been more than sixteen, maybe seventeen) laughing, snickering, amused... at what? That fallen figure at their feet, struggling to stand. The figure managed to move to hands and knees, but simply buckled again when one of those kids kicked them in the side.
"Stop that!"
The words escaped Lydia without thought as she stepped forward from her hiding spot, fists clenched at her sides. The two kids didn't seem to be phased though. Kids they were yeah, but they were also bigger, taller, stronger... and one seemed to be packing a steel bar of sorts for a weapon. The one with the bar took a few steps foward, chin up, brazen as steel smacked against the palm of his other hand. It was obvious he was trying to intimidate, and it worked at first. Lydia recoiled from him, just a little, before her eyes took on that familiar white glow.
"What the f-"
"Molito!"
Sparks erupted violently through the air, blooming and sparkling outwards from seemingly nowhere. Intimidation tactics of her own, this was really just a show. If her intentions were to harm anyone, she'd have used fire. Those sparks weren't aimed for the kids, but the direction was pretty random, so if a spark or three did accidently touch them...
"Ow!"
Steel clattered as it hit the ground before those kids took off. After all, they were just kids, and were humans with no power of their own like that. They didn't want to take their chances with the weird green haired girl with the glowing eyes and pointy ears.
Only when they were out of sight did her eyes revert back to their normal pale blue and her stance seemed a touch more relaxed. Attention turned back to the fallen figure before she moved that way, concert writ across her features. As she approached the figure became clearer. It was an elderly man, though his hair, beard, and moustache, which were all on the long side, were more blond than grey, contrasting with his deep set grey eyes, and the river-like wrinkles on his face. Clothing was old and worn, cheeks were gaunt... he looked like he could use a good meal, some clothes... a home.
"Are you alright?" Lydia kneeled down close to him, reaching out to help him up. Though she blinked a bit in suprised when he pulled away, casting an angry look towards her.
"Get offa me!"