Anyone who went out back would find the particular sight of a dashing young woman lounging on a statue above the master's room. She had short copper, the metal not the usual hair color, that spiked out of her head as if it were actually made of metal. A very toned, but still obviously female, body was concealed beneath a navy blue maid's dress that had its length been cut off at the knee. The dress also had frills very close to the color of blood. A very large sword lay next to her. the blade was a dark blue, as befits a magical blade, and nearly 6 feet long. When the sun finally came above the horizon she shifted and swore at it for ruining her sleep.<br/><br/>Lydia had never really spoken to any of the staff at length. She also had typically taken the rolls that left her alone or silent: driving the master around, cutting the extra plants in the garden, and cleaning the 'empty' guest rooms. though taking the loner route had left her with no openings to accomplish her goal of slaying the wizard. She picked up the blade and flipped off the roof. Had Lord Foxley looked out his window at the time he would have gotten a nice view up her skirt and found out that her carpet did match her drapes, even with her relatively large chest Lydia usually eschewed underwear of any type.<br/><br/>"Maybe it's time to be more social or some shit." Lydia mused while walking into the mansion and heading for the guest floor.