Best Friends, Reunited at Last! [Closed] Feb 27, 2015 15:50:03 GMT -6
Post by Isabel on Feb 27, 2015 15:50:03 GMT -6
Had it really been a year? The young woman made herself sit straight, stretching her arms above her head, appreciating the feeling of relief following the cracks resounded throughout the mostly-empty room, and yawned. She rubbed her eyes for a solid ten seconds after that, and then her blue-green eyes were open again, her back bent, and her face practically pressed against the open book in front of her. Isabel LeFury's evenings were almost always spent in this manner - sequestering herself within the little part-library, part-bookstore building with a book in front of her, trying to forget the chill of the outside and the regrets that always seemed to surface in herself if she let her mind remain idle for too long.
The black cat, Solomon, was fast asleep on the top of a pile of books beside the desk Isabel had set herself up on. The pile of books, despite being on the floor, were well-organized and stable, with the largest of the tomes being placed upon the bottom, and gradually becoming smaller, until they reached the top. Her only remaining companion from that time was within easy reach, and long nights spent in these same positions meant that the sapphire-haired shaman didn't even have to divert her eyes from the words in front of her to give the proud black cat a gentle, easy pet. A soft purring emanated from the cat's body - was he asleep after all? did cat's even sleep? - while Izzy had her hand on him, but that was the only sound in the room.
It had been a year, though, the once self-proclaimed prodigy realized with a start. The words on the page in front of her were running together, and forcing herself to try to read seemed to be getting her nowhere fast. She rubbed her eyes and yawned again, before pushing herself away from the desk she was reading upon. The Ilian village of Whitewynne wasn't exactly a place many people were clamoring to get to - it was almost always far too cold, far too secluded to be of much interest to anybody. Which was, in fact, part of the reason Izzy had settled here after seeing her friend, Calvin Toros, safely home - the likelihood of anybody she knew finding her here was almost nonexistent, and that was just fine by the sapphire girl.
After all, she was just a massive disappointment. Time after time, she wound up not being able to keep up with her friends and their wild adventures, whether because she was too weak, or she just ended up being left behind, or she wound up just having to leave of her own accord... Heck, she wound up not going back to her mentor, Daryl, in Etruria. Isabel, the grand, proud prodigy of Elder Magic, couldn't face going back to a life simply studying magic until the day when she could become a student to someone like herself... As that thought passed through her mind, she had to laugh a little. After all, if the thought of locking herself away to study magic in her homeland seemed so bad, why had she come to this awful, frigid land of snow to lock herself away and read? Even if the small population of Whitewynne had readily accepted Isabel amongst themselves after the first few months, Isabel hadn't been too keen on integrating with them. Her time was always spent helping the elderly man take care of this book-stuffed building, organizing it and helping him to keep of the surprising stock for the building and town's small size. And, in return for helping, Isabel was free to stay in the bookstore-slash-library, and to eat meals.
The scarf, the same color as her hair, was wrapped around her neck - but as she drew away from the lamp, a case of the shivers stole over her, and she pulled the sapphire fabric up, covering almost her whole face with it. That rather dorky guy had given it to her... Valcrist. That had been his name. Why did she still remember that? It wasn't likely that the Lost Swordsman who had hailed from the desert would be coming up to visit her in the winter wonderland of Ilia, even if he did suddenly find her. After the sudden chill dispersed, Isabel slumped herself down into her seat, sighing loudly. "Valcrist... Valorian... Jya...," she muttered to herself, "Chelsea... Calvin. I sure do hope you're all doing well..." And then she sighed, taking a hold of the lamp's handle, and made her way out from the maze of books and into the small room that she had converted into a bedroom.Her thoughts could wait until after sunrise.