Seeking a Friend -- For Adia

[weathering_it]

Anna Weatherhill can't be described as a woman of many connections, but today she awaits the rare promise of a visit. Of someone expressly coming by to see her. She knows she shouldn't get her hopes up -- there's always the distinct possibility Adia won't show -- but she can't help the tiny spark of trust that keeps her glancing toward the gate of Naugus' property. Until Adia does arrive she sits alone, hands folded at the benched table in the yard while her family works the land in the distance or relax in the coolness of the castle. 

Any minute now. Any minute now she's sure she'll have a guest -- a friend -- of her own. 

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[chiron_survivor]

Adia arrives as promised, dressed casually in a faded green blouse and khaki shorts, her ever-present messenger bag slung over shoulder. She's alone -- or perhaps not, because every so often she looks down at her bag and pats it carefully, as if something precious is inside.

When she's close enough to the benched table to say hello without having to shout, she smiles warmly and waves. "Hi, Anna." She probably looks a lot tanner than when the other woman last saw her, and older, too, but not in a haggard way. Atlantis has been good to her. "I, um, I brought my pet cat with me. Is that okay? I can keep her in the bag if you're allergic or something."