[log] it was another lesson in the rise and fall of holiness

[thouamongwomen]

Right on time: Lo is at the cafe by the fountains, in a pale pink knit dress with white shoes and stockings. Her hat, scarf and coat all match - the same pink as her dress - and she looks harmless as ever, if aggressively, girlishly feminine. She's got a little white purse and she's texting idly on her pinpoint, waiting for Ida before she orders

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[damnmartyr]

Ida is, as usual, dressed demurely but fashionably; this time it's black jeans tucked into knee-high heeled boots and a silver blouse under a black trench coat, blonde hair pulled back neatly. She hasn't seen Lo since before she met with Martel - but frankly she's not sure that will even be discussed.

"Lourdes," she greets, a shadow of a (genuine) smile on her lips.

[thouamongwomen]

"Ida!" Lo ... squeals, and flings herself up out of her seat to throw her arms around Ida. She is small and unsubtle, Ida can probably dislodge her easily enough if she wants to, but first there'll be some tenacious hugging.

[damnmartyr]

She's used to this, and she tolerates it - arms coming around Lo politely, resting one hand on her shoulder after a moment instead of clinging onto her. Lourdes will know it's not a brush off, but just how Ida is. She seems pleased, anyway.

"You look happy," she observes.

[thouamongwomen]

"You know how much I love seeing you!" Lo holds on a little longer than she usually would - she loves her new home, but she's missed her girls badly. "Come sit! Oh, sweetie, you look great, I'm not even a little bit exaggerating."