Lydia Martin is a survivor. (idontneedtohide) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-02-05 13:57:00 |
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There were times Lydia missed those times when she was getting horseback riding lessons, but when her parents got divorced, a lot of things changed. The horseback riding had been her father's idea, and when she went to stay with her mother for the majority of the time, her father stopped paying for them and her mother didn't think they were important. Lydia had been heartbroken when her father sold her horse, but she had gotten over it because she was a young girl at the time and anything pretty and expensive could distract her. After her father had sold Ginger, Lydia only cried for about two months; she turned sixteen at the end of those two months and her parents bought her a car. Part of her always wondered if they did that just to get her to stop being so upset about the horse or because they were trying to just placate her in general. A lot of the things her parents did after the divorce had been to try and get her to like one of them or the other more; her father would buy her something nice and her mother would try to get her something better. It was nice at first, but then it get frustrating and Lydia didn't want anything to do with either of them by the end. At that point, she was already best friends with Cora and spent the majority of her time with either her and the Hales or with her grandmother Lorraine and her partner Maddie. Driving up to the farmland that Hans rented out for Sitron, Lydia couldn't help but think about Ginger again and she missed her. Ginger had been a really good horse, if Lydia's memory didn't fail her, and she had been exceptionally pretty too. Of course, Lydia couldn't have had a horse that wasn't exceptional in every way and the two of them suited each other. All Lydia could hope was that whoever bought Ginger took care of her the way Lydia did. Maybe they even competed with her and she won all kinds of medals. Right next to her on the seat was Prada, who had fallen asleep somewhere along the way. Lydia was still adjusting to the fact that the dreams had actually given her the dog she had in the dream world, but he was a good dog and she couldn't help but love him. Even if some of that was the emotional bleeding from the dreams, it was hard not to love the little thing, especially when he was just curled up on the car seat and snoring a little. On the floor in front of him was an older purse of hers that was filled with a couple different kinds of apples and a few things for Prada, just in case she needed to clean up after him or give him water or anything. Probably the only thing Lydia didn't like about having a dog was the need to carry little potty baggies with her, but she would get over that. Eventually. Maybe. Parking in the lot for visitors, Lydia clipped a leash on Prada before stepping out into the sunlight. She was thankful for the chance to stretch her legs and so was the little Pomeranian. Lydia circled the car to get her bag and slung it over her shoulder, digging into it to find her sunglasses. The weather was still a little chilly, but not as bad as it had been with the freak blizzard and the sun was nice. Locking her car, Lydia started to head over to where Hans told her meet him and within a couple minutes, she thought she spotted him. "Hi," she called out with a bright smile, waving her hand as Prada let out a playful bark like he was saying hi too. |