Lydia woke up around the time she normally did, relatively early, though she didn't stir much or get up. She remained in bed, curled up within the sheets, not daring to speak or think. Even a couple hours after Grem left, after he had offered a supportive touch, she couldn't find any motivation to get up and carry on with her day.
What would there be to do?
Go to the market, mingle with friends... she'd be terrible company to them in this state. And if she had to hear a 'cheer up' or 'it'll be okay'... well... The green haired elf didn't operate like most in this realm seemed to. Death wasn't something so easily forgotten, so easily set aside, not felt. One so unaffected by the tragedies of life could hardly be affected by the boons it offered either.
The store. It simply wasn't an option. The last time she was there, the memories of that place... so happy, so painful to remember. A mere couple of days ago Storm had been there, laughing, working with her and Erin. These thoughts...
They would not do.
Without a word or sound, and with a face of neutrality, Lydia got up and carried on a rather monotonous routine. The bed was made, a shower was taken, teeth were brushed, face was washed, clothing was donned, her messenger bag was slung over a shoulder, the door leading out of Grem's apartment was opened, she stepped out, then closed the door behind her. Somehow, probably habit, she managed to remember to lock the door behind her.
The route taken through WestEnd was not the usual route, though it could hardly be called the scenic route either. Certain areas were bypassed, areas she feared running into a friend, or even her sister. The manor and that entire neighborhood was bypassed altogether. It was early in the day though, light outside, so taking a few shortcuts through some alleys and even passing through the 'shadier' parts of WestEnd hardly posed a risk to her.
Along the way, posters were ignored. Though this wasn't unusual. Erin might read them, keep up with them, but she never did unless it looked to be something.. colorful, safe. Most times she read something though, it was never good news, always just a reminder of the evil in this realm, so she stopped. That one poster though, that... certain poster. Erin had discovered it, but even that wasn't read, not really.
It could only be ignored so much though.
By now, she was close to the inn, but seeing that poster. Again. It got to her. Expression of neutrality still cloaking her emotions, she approached a board that had a few posters tacked on, but it was that poster that had caught her attention. Gaze locked on the words, slowly moving to follow them as she tried to take them in this time.
Storm Divine.
They were the last words she saw before the words became a blur and her eyes stung. They closed, briefly, allowing the pools building within to stream down her cheeks. Lydia's eyes opened again, and she tried to refocus on those words, but every time she did, they just became a blur again. This just wasn't going to happen. A frown broke her look of neutrality, already betrayed by tears, as she glanced around, wiping at her face rather quickly. Not a soul in sight it seemed. She took the opportunity to pull that poster off the board, almost with care. It was folded once, and tucked into her bag.
Pale, slightly watery blues looked about once more before she moved for the inn.