bottom of the deep blue sea
The mention of children, nameless nieces or nephews, extension of their lines are roaming out beyond Ischia and Isobell can only imagine the beautiful offspring. Her thoughts drift to her own small brood that were currently in the deep waters of Ischia, with their father and learning the ways of the kelpie. Their mother chose to dwell upon the sand and soil rather than hunt for prey and so an outcast of the most delicate way possible.She was trapped between the sea and the sky. A blessed and cursed anomaly that was left to try and conform to either but she would never fully be one or the other.
A sigh falls from between the lips of the woman but it is one that reflects her relief to hear her sweet brother agree to her soft demand that he stay, though it was formed into a gentle question, on her dark lips. The confession of his words wash over her in slow waves. There is no plausible way that Iso could imagine Castile hurting any mare, for their father (though absent often) had worshiped their mother. Perhaps it was their father's fault for not being there for the young Dragonborn. Perhaps it was Lior's doing (or lack of) that had allowed Castile to go astray. Isobell wonders briefly were the dark stallion lurked...
The press of Castile's mouth to the scars of her withers causes her to flinch, the visible reaction of a trauma so long ago, she does not mean to shy but the memories were still woven in the once tattered flesh. Isobell attempts to save the reactions with a gentle chuckle, suppressing the uprising emotions that were sowed deeply in the puckered skin. Dark ears greedily devour his words and feel the pressure of her brother's weight against her body and she would always be the marbled pillar to hold him for all time.
"Yes, stay with me. We can do it together. I love you too."