February 8th

The end of Fashion Week still wasn't quite the end of it all for Lydia. Not with the Fashion show Erin and Griffith were kind enough to put together that she was able to chip in on last minute. And of all the places for it to be held - New Haven. It wasn't that Lydia had a problem with New Haven, no, it was that it was a bit 'high class' for her. The show, the people, it was all new and foreign to her.

Luckily for Lydia, she had a life preserver with her, and that life preserver was G'nort Esplenade G'neesmacher Dragoon-Talanador. She kept close to his side during most of it all, and he fit in perfectly with the classy people. Rather than let her fade in the background like she wanted to do so many times, he'd throw on a charming grin and make rounds and introductions. G easily drew in crowds, considering just who he was. Everyone wanted to talk with their potential future governor.

To allow him some room and because Griffith and Erin needed her to take care of some technical details of wardrobe in some of the models, Lydia finally did depart G's side. So pleased with him thus far though, she did give him a departing kiss on the cheek. Such action brought on intrigue and curiosity from many of the people attending the fashion event. Some of these people included reporters.

One such reporter who wasn't marked as such made his way over near G, all casual-like. He offered the political candidate a nod of his head, nonchalant in stance, tone, and behavior.

"So, you're with her?" He inclined his head slightly in the direction of the departing elf. G looked towards Lydia then grinned smarmily.

"Oh yes, absolutely."