She'd found the small cave about half a mile back from the Lupanar, but it was still on the pack lands. It was hidden through the roots of some giant super tree. Llidya had no idea what kind of tree it was, only that it was giant and round, and growing in a sort of break off of the earth. It looked like the rains had washed away and exposed a better part of the roots, and widened the opening to the cave. There was years worth of weeded overgrowth overhanging the roots, and Llidya was lucky she'd even spotted the opening hidden behind in, especially in the dark. But she'd seen the rabbit dark off and disappear into the side of the earth, and so she had explored, and found it.
It was damp, dark, and would be perfect for a pack of wolves to rest after a kill. Not that they would, she didn't think, but She seemed to like it, so that was well enough for Llidya. She even had to jump a little bit before she touched the top of the cave. An hour later found her in town to get a few essentials and an hour after that, she was back in the woods.
"You know..." Llidya said, talking to Her as she settled in against the cave wall, now that there was a nice, small fire going. "Being human is crazy." The red head glanced over in the equivilant direction the wolf was laying on that supernatural plane, even as she pulled out a pen and paper to write Loke a letter. "I know you don't understand my lack of respect for your alpha, but I'm gonna try and explain it to you." She kept talking, it made her feel a little better.
Llidya knew if she treated Her like she did the wolves back in Wisconsin, they'd get along better and mesh faster. She'd talked to Genghis all the time in Texas and New York. The wolf's ear twitched as the human counterpart kept talking as she started writing her letter.
"I'm living in a world gone mad, where Batman has to do everything the Joker says without question. And it's not even the true Joker, the clever witty one that's psycho. It's a Joker from another, twisted dimension that's just a sad excuse of a criminal. And they both love the same woman, one much more so than the other, but Batman would never make his true love choose. Batman knows that she wants him to do as the Joker says for reasons of control and safety. And it's strange, really, as the woman...we'll just say it's Catwoman for the sake of parallel, cause everybody knows Batman and Catwoman totally loved each other." Llidya paused as she shook the pen to get it to write, scribbling circles. Finally the ink began to appear again and she continued her letter to Loke. "Anyways, Catwoman told Batman she'd help him with his demons, and then turned around and said nevermind, I want this Joker to do it. And this twisted Joker hates Batman. It's not the cool Ledger Joker that realizes one wouldn't exist without the other and has fun. This Joker just wants Batman dead or gone, and Batman knows this. Only this is the same Batman, the one with mercy who never kills the bad guys, always thinking they can reform. Batman doesn't care that the Joker hates him, cause he doesn't care about the Joker. He knows the Joker runs away and lets members of his team die. And Batman doesn't hate him for it, he just realizes he's weak for it. The point is, Batman has to do the Joker's bidding until his demons are dealt with, and he's doing it for Catwoman. The situation sucks, mainly because Batman will never respect the Joker so long as he lives, and here he is, stuck in this situation all because he loves this woman."
Llidya shrugged, and glanced in that metaphysical direction, heaving a sigh. Not so much as a twitch. A smirk crossed her lips, and she shook her head, finishing her letter to Loke. At least Genghis looked at her when she talked to him.
The curve to her lips disappeared as those twinges started in her temple, and a frown marred her features. She recognized it instantly, of course. It was the symptoms to her migraines she'd gotten as a child, before she'd gone off to Cambodia for that year, and after that, in Salem. Her vision swam a bit as she glared at the letter to Loke, and she scowled, pushing aside her mail and the notepad. If it wasn't one thing it was another damn it.
Llidya huffed, and hunched down, staring at the flames as they licked at the air, making crackling sounds. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sound, and began to count to inifinity.
The steaks were sitting next to the fire in the aluminum foil, along with a couple of potatos. Llidya sat back, flipping through the mail she had brought back with her. Verdi was playing from her ipod on the little dock station she had in the cave with her. It was the work Un giorno di regno, one of his first. She could hear the rawness in his composition, in the voices of the performers as they sang the beautiful, sorrowful songs.
Llidya thought it was quite appropriate for how she was feeling, on today of all days. She would have just as well forgot all about it if it hadn't been for Silent's little gifts. They seemed a bit thoughtless, none of them individualized. Like what someone would give out at their work so that everyone felt included. She made a face, and tossed aside the mail and the candy, crossing her arms.
She glanced over to see that invitation envelope had slid out a ways, and so she leaned over to pick it up. Her name and address had been written in beautiful flowing script. And it was addressed to Llidya Chapman, and not Benico Izzano and guest. Intrigued, Llidya carefully opened the ivory envelope and pulled forth the invitation.
"We got an invite furball..." She said idly to the wolf, flipping open the cardstock. "Miss Aryca Maeve Izzano would like to cordially invite you to the ceremony of her wedding..." at that Llidya trailed off, unable to read aloud the words that were being read, even in jest. It took her breath away, as a matter of fact, she felt like she'd been punched in the gut. The invitation fluttered to her lap, and Chapman slowly stood, making her way to the cave entrance, brushing aside the overgrowth of weeds to look out in to the woods and night sky.
What was it? Why was it that Aryca was so much successfull than her at everything? And she just sent her an invitation. No letter, no phone call. Just a invitation like a thousand other people were sure to get. She closed her eyes against the world, taking a deep breath. She wondered if Dina was going to be in the wedding.
Llidya turned around and moved back into the cave, letting the sounds of the opera roll over her as she laid on her back, staring at the cave wall. She was some kind of person, and Aryca picked up all her slack. She raised Dina, and hell, she didn't even really know where they were in the world. What kind of a person did that make Llidya? And now she was getting married, she'd found some guy who loved her enough to put a ring on her finger. She was living it up in some mansion, making herself even more pretty and taking care of a beautiful daughter. And Llidya was sitting in a cave in the woods cooking steak by fire.
Llidya was really some kind of screw up, she knew it. And Aryca knew it to, which was probably why she didn't talk to her. Chapman wasn't one to feel sorry for herself. But with today being today, she felt it would be alright just this once.