[center][h2]Mendings and Mornings[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Wind Wild[/i][/center]
[center]Calder Dylan, Ludelle Glowren[/center]
[center]Day 1, Morning[/center]

Ludelle leaned back in the leather chair, staring at the computer screen a moment longer before getting up. She yawned and stretched her aching muscles slowly, feeling each one strain and expand with what seemed like a faint cracking. She took her time to get all muscle groups back to a proper upright position. The calves, thighs, butt… then the arms, wrists, fingers, shoulders, neck…. Hacking was exciting for the mind but taxing for the body and nobody knew that better than her. 

She felt like she’d spent the whole past week sat in that chair and that wasn’t far from the truth. Ever since her first shower, she’d been like possessed by the need to break into the Stygian database and see what they had on her, why they’d betrayed her and if they’d tracked her down already. At first she was scared. Fear was a strong drive and the fact that Adela was here with her, and the fact that Sirius was around and the fact that a huge lizard was keeping a very close eye on her while others tried to deceive her into trusting them kept her constantly on edge. But then that fear evaporated. It wasn’t slow, it was sudden. Just like that it vanished. Or maybe it was burnt down. For as soon as her hands landed on a computer again she was complete again and her fear turned to fuel for her anger. And that burnt very, very brightly. Her distrust was also quickly melting away, largely thanks to the troll who introduced himself as “Calder”. He’d helped her get a little revenge on the man who’d tortured her most at Southgate and that revenge had tasted good. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to forget it anytime soon.

But there was always another night. As this one had drawn to an end, so had her alarm clock reminded her it’s time to get up. Not from sleeping – she hadn’t done that in a while and was sure people could tell – but from the net. It was time to attend to more local matters. Like this event that was coming up – what was it again? Her aching but once again mobile hand reached out to take the white card near the keyboard. A wedding, her eyes informed. Hm. She’d never been to a wedding before. It was beyond her why she was even invited considering she had no clue who was getting married and to whom. 

She threw the card back to the desk when someone knocked at the door and invited them in. There was no need to get dressed – she’d never undressed in the first place. Same loose shirt as yesterday, same shorts and flats. Nothing dashing but with her figure anything looked oddly attractive. 

The visitor turned out to be Calder. No surprise as there were few who’d gotten to talk to her in the past week and only one who was allowed in her room. As per usual he was bringing her breakfast  - possibly the only reason she had survived this long. 

“Just as well as any other night.” She smiled one of her rare smiles, running a hand through her hair as if she was smoothing it out. The monitor was off so the only clue would be in the dark circles under her eyes. The light emitted by her electrically charged body made them stand out even more but that didn’t seem to concern her. “Thank you for breakfast. I promise that I’ll start going out of my room this week.” She pinched a small croissant and popped it in her mouth, pacing around the coffee table to work off the stiffness from the night. “You’ve been very helpful in the past week and I’m grateful for that.  I have one last request for you.. Could you please tell me what you do when you get a wedding invitation? The net says a lot of conflicting things and I have no idea which site to trust.”