bottom of the deep blue sea; wishbone/any

[Isobell]

bottom of the deep blue sea

She walks between the crags with keen familiarity. The kelpie queen had given Nerine up when she had chosen the side of Ivar than to pursue her hold on the crown. She wonders if her mother was disappointed in her daughter, a shame to the iron queen before her.

The pied woman has come to seek a council with Wishbone (yet other new queen) since the passing of the dark mare, Hestia. In tow, a leggy yearling is behind the svelte form of Isobell, picking her way rather ungracefully over the loose silt and soil. "Iso, slow down!" The whine of the girl's voice is grating and she knows it as she follows her sister but Isobell would not be gentle upon the young girl. Mist needed guidance, she needed the time invested in her to mold her to a greatness that she was capable of achieving. Isobell was off with Ivar and journeyed with him ceaselessly (the newborn foaols carefully kept with the mane while Isobell made her way to her former home).

A call is offered after a few more moments of travel, the belly of Nerine exposed at once (Isobell knew all the secrets of the salted land). Silver eyes are looking for movement as she waits for the new queen with her own head tall. Mist stands behind her with hopeless confusion and frustrated snorts.

(( Kuna! I wanted to plop Mist in Nerine since Isobell is busy being with Ivar and I want Mist to get to know the kingdom that her mother and sister both ruled plus I may have Iso pop in from time to time. Would Wishbone mind shaping the yearling and making her into a strong woman?))