Under the shady oak tree [Isobell/City/Any]

[Isobell]

Isobell

i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea

She is newly appointed by Nayl to fill her place and to build Nerine against the darkness that night brings and the unholy sins that Sylva threatened to spill into Beqanna. Isobell carries no quarrel her mother has but she is quite aware of the activities that shift and move like worms under a moist rock.

The sky shines bright on the spring day. Isobell moves beneath the glare with shimmering scales of moonstone and shiny onyx. She had begun to settle into this her body. Ivar had spun his craft, conjured up old drowned gods or something, to have wrought her sleek form in the kelpie curse. But he has slipped from her mind now as he had slipped into the waves sot long ago.

She had Nerine to worry about after all.

A dark woman moves over the creases and folds of Nerine with a skilled hoof but a rather cantankerous air. The pied mare believes she may be familiar with the lay of the salty land thought Isobell cannot recall the mare's name. The kelpie queen observes the other momentarily before a short call is uttered from her dark lips once she realizes the other has noticed her presence not far off. "Hello, welcome to Nerine." The words are cool and flat like a river stone though Isobell had meant for them to be more inviting. She does not offer warmth but a small curl of her lips and a nod. Isobell would bring Nerine to the glory that Nayl had fought for. "Welcome, sister, to Nerine." 'Sister?' Isobell did not have any sisters nor had she thought of any as before but now, on this day of her crown ship, Nerine was determined to be Amazonian once again and it would all start with (hopefully) a conversation with the green-eyed mare.