Lydia walked with Otho and the young Druid girl, Daffodil. She was a kind girl, for a non-magi, and was especially doting on the man she kept referring to as her 'savior'. Daffy had explained it to Lydia before, but it still boggled Lydia's mind. 'I didn't think we were that horrible to slaves…' She thought. Her blindness to the world directly around her was evident yet again.
She hated that she had been that blind in the first place. 'That idiot would be shooting me an 'I told you so' face right now…' She thought, thinking of the absent Necromancer. 'Maybe Jasmine has a point about abolition…'
"Lydia, did you hear a word I just said?" Daffodil asked, her face in a disbelieving stare.
Lydia shook her head. "I'm sorry. I've got a lot on my mind."
