Black, Isabella

[Isabella Black]

Black, Isabella

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weapons. Isabella only possesses the skill with the bow, and she crafts her own arrows. She usually travels with her bow and quiver, the bow she crafted with the help of a fine smithy and carpenter, and it is light to the touch yet strong and firm. It works beautifully for her…

”what's wrong, what’s wrong now? too many, too many problems; don't know where she belongs, where she belongs… she wants to go home, but nobody's home that's where she lies, broken inside with no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes… broken inside.” avril lavigne

it was a cold and rainy afternoon yet for enide this was no longer what it used to be. in fact she lost the notion of time and space the moment she left her house in a hurry, with little belongings and enough food supplies to last for a bit, yet economizing and obviously not eating as much as she normally would. concerning her family heirloom she only managed to take hold of the twin swords she was to inherit the moment she married, for she wanted to remember her beloved father everyday and considered it a good idea to carry them along in case anyone thought her a silly and defenceless woman.

she obviously could not wield the swords yet, she still had to learn, but you could fool anyone by the way you held the swords right? and they didn’t have to know a kitchen knife had been the closest she had ever been to a weapon of war and self-defence.

she travelled for a long time; she did not carry a sand clock with herself so she obviously lost the count of the count of the days and nights she ventured further and further away from home. but that was the whole point, to be as far away as possible and with as little rest. she didn’t want them to find her, no, they couldn’t find her, everything would be lost if they did. though she was also growing depressive by such a long and lonesome journey, she missed her beloved parents, her sister even more.

looking up at the sky she smiled for a moment, the first smile in days… or was it months? dyrn, her silver falcon was flying nearby, scouting the land and guiding her yet she did not know where she was heading off to, she honestly did not know or did not care so long as it was someplace safe where she could rest.

but then what would she do? she had lost it all didn’t she? she had surely even lost her nobility, no she didn’t, but no one would believe her if she stated she was a noble… but then again that would help those wretched nobles from powys, it was best if she hid, if she pretended to be a lost maid looking for a castle where she could serve the high lord and his queen, yes, that looked like the best option for her.

feeling like she could no longer take it she slowly got off her horse, feeling great pain on her legs and arms and then she realized that her hands were hurt, a bit red, sore and with small bleeding blisters, she sighed and then sat on a damp log, it was raining cats and dogs, yet she shivered of hunger, thirst, weakness, cold, wetness… she was just so fed up of travelling like this.

“oh father, if ever will you forgive your reckless child…” she whispered as she silently wept for she had hidden her feelings for so many years, and now, now that she had taken the abrupt decision and travelled and encountered so many dangers, now she could peacefully cry on her own, in the company of dyrn and her tired horse. silently wept and hope her tears take al the pain away, but they ever do.

the pain in her body grew and the hunger forced her to lean her back against the strong and rough tree feeling her spent and wretched clothes which were now more like rags, grant her no protection against the cold and moody weather. she placed her arms around her body and watched as her horse with great affection sat alongside her to grant her its warmth. she leaned close to her loyal friend and then shivered lightly, “oh byrn, what are we doing here? and where exactly is here?” her horsed seemed to be as lost as enide.

dyrn perched on that tree and squealed silently. at least she wasn’t that alone. slowly, ever so slowly she drifted into sleep... a deep sleep she had not had ever since she left her homeland.

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