Difference between revisions of "Logs:It's a Start..."

They couldn't even leave the Weyr today, given the horrible weather, and this made Ilicaeth and Alida both grumpy, the latter depressed, as well. She *needed* to get out, do *something* besides continue to mourn Jaecar...and Ilicaeth was trying to move beyond the loss of one of his queens, as well.

The blue found some comfort and relief in chattering with a half-handful of various dragons he found to be excellent and humorous company in Ista and Igen, physical distance no barrier at all to all four of the draconids carrying on their tales, conversations.

As for Alida, she took to stalking all around the caverns of the Weyr when she could exercise no longer, the woman's pale hair glittering at times in the glowlight as she slunk around inside while the storm raged outside. It helped a little, but not enough... until the 'former' guard found herself in the massive Storage area.

She'd not been here for some months, and - as such - Alida found some new additions to go through, which she did, after checking in with one of Giorda's assistants. Alida could take a bit more than usual, this time, given her frugality.

Various trunks, parcels, and other things were tossed open by the prowling White Wher, her hands, eyes, mind eager to find something else to occupy them besides their usual activities, thoughts of loss and melancholy.

After some fruitless searching, one of those newer trunks finally earned the bluerider's ire when a roughened hinge scraped roughly at the skin of one wrist, the pain inspiring her to given the big thing a sound kick. It didn't cry out or even bother to move much at all, unsurprisingly, but one of the coverings within it did shift enough to show a small gleam of fabric underneath... and Alida was instantly hooked.

Hours passed like minutes as the typically stern blonde found herself almost enchanted with the various clothing and items revealed by light and gentle hands, her green eyes managing to sparkle at times, her often frowning lips tipping into surprised little smiles...offering subtle coos of pleasure at others.

Trunks thoroughly pawed through, unwanted items then folded away again and replaced properly while her special chosen ones were tucked into a satchel loaned to her by an assistant, Alida finally re-emerged into the storm with a sense of relief...and renewal. Some new, and honestly quite pretty clothes were only a small start on the road to healing, but they were a sound one... which the likewise-renewed Ilicaeth found himself fully agreeing with.