Saturday; October 27, 2007
Who: Dione Castel & Voe Cochell [open to others]
When: Evening, after the Town Hall Meeting
Where: Walking in town after the meeting
What: Dione hasn't had an interaction with Voe since Nathaniel's dinner party and apparently Voe is interested enough to follow the blind medium around in an effort to ascertain her level of skill.

Dione had come to town simply because there was supposed to be a town hall meeting. So she had walked to town wearing a coat that she had brought with her, it wasn't quite heavy enough for the falling temperatures of this area of the world, but that was something she would consider on another day. At the moment, she was just trying to understand the information that had been presented. This place made her so confused. Generators working off of magical power?

Even after being introduced to a telepath and a necromancer, she still had such a hard time wrapping her head around the concept of magic being a source of energy in the real world. Then there was the other fact that she had been essentially forced to accept, a fact that she was doing an extremely good job of not thinking about.

Dexter was dead. He wasn't currently with her because even he seemed depressed by the information preferring to stay at the bungalow and let her make it alone in hopes that she would acclimate sooner thtat way. Truthfully, it just made it easier to forget about being away from him. Her seat at the town hall meeting had been toward the back so that she didn't have to fight her way through people in order to get to the door. Even if people realized that she couldn't see them and thus wasn't quite sure how to get around them all the time, it made things so much more difficult than it needd to be. So once the meeting ended, she slipped out.

The news that it was October already was surprising to her as well. How long had it been since she had been in Atlanta? The world had started to fall apart before the commencement ceremony at University of Georgia which the symphony sometimes played for as a charity event. That would have been back in May. People had been dying before then. Mother had died before the anniversary of the accident. That was in July. Father had gone not long after that, though he had tried his best to hold on, doing all that he could to keep her from getting caught in the fighting that had gone on. His heart had stopped while he was sleeping, too weak to keep going. Dione herself had awakened to the lack of sound, when you're sleeping within a few feet of someone and they suddenly stop breathing, it does have a tendency to wake you when your world consists of sound.

After that, it had been just her and Dexter. He kept her out of trouble until the scouts came, helping her find what there was to eat. She'd lost a good bit of weight during that period from the constant moving and scarcity of food. Now it was starting to put back on, but the constant walking was doing wonders for keeping her slim and trim.

With how bad things had been previously, she should have been happy with the world. Dione had a hard time being happy with it though. Her family, all of them, were dead. Everyone she had ever cared about was dead and gone.

The night air ruffled her hair and she twirled one long strand back behind her ear, painfully aware of the light tap that came from her cane against the hardpacked dirt. It would have been easier to remain mad. Live without the awareness. What didfference did it make if she knew for certain that everyone was gone other than it kept her from dealing with the depression that now settled on her shoulders like some kind of funeral shroud?