A heavy storm drenched down upon the grassy field before Aldia, looking straight towards a lonely lamppost and two signs flanking it. She knew, this far out, it was fairly dangerous to attempt any further. The pelting rain and distant rumble of thunder eats away at her visibility, eyes squinting to make adjustments to the savage weather Kalris had. 

Aldia stood there, bore in violet clothing, arms tucked into her clothes and scarf rapidly whipping in the wind. She planted herself firm in the grass, staring out into the darkness. She would greet the looming shroud with a soft voice, raised to match nature in her savagery. ". . . 'Allo?!" She barked out, long lapin ears whipping to the side from the storm. 

In silence, she would wait. In hopes of a rendevioux with the Lady herself.