30th Ashan, 721
They were supposed to be in work - or in the University. They were both supposed to somewhere else, and they both had places to go and things to do. But there was a storm the like of which had to be seen to be believed. Windows rattled and doors shook. There would be damage, there was no doubt. Soot, their cat, was cowering under the table in the kitchen. Hailstones were bouncing in the fire which burned in the fireplace, hissing and sizzling and it sounded, for all the world, like the windows were being bombarded.
Earlier to-trial, Elisabeth had been meant to call over to pick up her cat, Storm. But, it felt like they were under attack, somehow and so Storm was there too, and the two cats were afraid. And, just like she had when they'd been in Rharne and had been facing thieves in a marketplace, Perdita had jumped into action. She was afraid, terrified. Every time that lightning struck somewhere, or thunder roared, Perdita jumped. When a door banged, she let out a yell.
But she didn't stop. Because if she stopped, she'd give in to being afraid and she'd cry. So, she put excluders and pillows and cushions in front of doors to keep out the wind and to stop rain from leaking in. She kept busy and busy and then there was nothing more to do and the storm was still roaring. "Eli," Perdita whispered and looked around. "I'm afraid," she said. She'd fussed and she'd run and she'd kept herself as busy as she could. But now, there was no more to do. So, she stepped up next to him, then wrapped her arms around his waist. Her brown eyes lifted and she gazed up at them, then kissed him. In fairness, since her parents had arrived and they'd agreed that together was what they wanted to be, Perdita had realised that kissing Eli was definitely added to the list of things she particularly liked. But then, thunder roared again and she squealed in fear. "Eli, I don't like it."
So, she pulled away from his arms, but took hold of his hand and pulled him towards the kitchen table. "Can we plan the studio?" Perdita asked. If they had something to focus on, then she could get on and not be terrified. "Please?" Because that was something that they could do and they could focus.
"It's not natural," she said, looking at the window. They'd closed the curtains because it helps against the wind, but still the lightning flashed and the whole window lit, briefly. When they sat at the kitchen table, she pulled her chair as close to his as possible, and nestled next to him. "I feel pathetic," she said, with a slight smile. "But I'm scared," she pulled herself as close to him as she could, almost like she was burrowing. "And you're ...." she paused. What was he? "Safe." Nodding, she considered it. No. That wasn't it. Although, he was safe, it wasn't all he was. "Comforting."
That was better. But then, she frowned. It wasn't all of it either. A smile lit her face, briefly and she leaned up and kissed him again. "Distracting." Perdita whispered.
On the table were bits of information, things and lists about the studio.
She looked at him. "How many rooms do we want?" That was the first question. Then. "And what size, each one?" From there, they could start.