bottom of the deep blue sea
The world was ugly with bruised skies of the most painful purples and sickening greens. Isobell regards it all with a glittering pewter eye and a slight frown creasing the smooth scales of her dark lips. It felt odd to be back in Beqanna after it felt as though she had been gone lifetimes in another world but her home was here, in a land swathed, a thousand times of layers binding.The wind curls around her delicate form, it teases and tugs at the mess of her mane, licking against the curve of her throat and swell of her breast. The children and Mist are off to explore the land that will be their new home and Isobell is certain Lothbrok will look after the group. He was her special child, more Isobell than Ivar, unlike the twins who took more after their sire. A smile, pleased by the daydream, blooms across her lips as the sky cracks and lightening splinters the sky in a shock of white light.
The storm approaches on the horizon, she stands against it with a lifted skull, welcoming it to wash away the dirt and sins of her ageless body. She draws a deep breath, salt in her lungs and steel in her bones, Isobell is reborn her mother's daughter. Change was blooming in the depths of her mind and the desire swelling in her breast. She can feel the pulse of her strength just below the pallid and dark skin.
Isobell, the Queen, was beginning to wake once again
@Aeris <3<3