Wilhelmina is sitting out in the garden, swishing her toes in a small pond, her small shoes on the path beside her. She's not quite smiling, but something about her is brighter than usual, less distantly melancholy and more young, more her age. She splashes a little water accidentally and makes a small 'eep!' of surprise, throwing up a hand to ( Read more... )

We're not exactly sure why Wilhelmina's unhappy, but unhappy she is, sitting on the front porch and just pushing back and forth with her toes, sitting in a little bubble of warmth that would usually make her happy but doesn't today. At any rate, while she's not exactly glad to meet new people - rather shy thing - she doesn't mind either. And would ( Read more... )

Wilhelmina is in a startlingly good mood, sitting outside, back to her usual age, and throwing stones into the pond absently, watching the ripples spread and smiling a little, her simple, pale blue dress fanned out around her legs, folded up beneath her, so she seems ready for flight at any moment. But there's a light in her eyes that isn't often ( Read more... )

Wilhelmina has slowly moved to the room adjacent to Jaenelle's and is now sitting on the bed, swinging her feet and still looking antsy, though not nearly as nervous as she did. She's rather stunned by the fact that Lucivar Yaslana is here - though fortunately she hasn't seen him - not to mention the High Lord of Hell, who gave her tea and that ( Read more... )

Wilhelmina is very near to tears by the time she stumbles out of the woods near noon, scratched, bruised, and muddy from her frantic run through the woods, limping a bit. It took her all of the morning to find her way out of the deep woods where she was led. Weary and hungry and more than a little confused and therefore frightened, she flops down ( Read more... )