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Lydia (piercing) wrote in portland_logs,

"Okay." Lydia stood there, looking around for a minute while Malia started a fire again. The fire was burning when she got there, but now it was out. And Lydia had her strange feelings just by being here, but that was to be expected. She was drawn here. Apparently for Malia. But that didn't make sense either. The jeans looked a little ridiculous, but she covered. Lydia made herself useful and grabbed some more wood, helping Malia and then there was a fire. Lydia held her hands out, letting the small blaze warm her skin until it became too much.

"Nothing strange happened before I got here?" She was curious and wanted to access the situation. If something strange was actually going on, something that wasn't supposed to be, Lydia definitely wouldn't be sleeping. Then again, Lydia couldn't shift into a werewolf either, so Malia had that werecoyote on her side.

Lydia finally sat down as Malia got comfortable as well. When she had first arrived in Portland, Malia stayed at the house with them. Now Lydia didn't know where she was and she knew Malia was living here.

"How are you liking Portland?" Lydia clasped her hands in front of her and watched the other girl. It was better to keep herself distracted right now because this place was giving her the serious creeps. But she was drawn here because of Malia. Was something going to happen to her? That was the other question on Lydia's mind.