As they stepped inside, Isadora with drew the muslin wrapping from around her shoulders and placed it gently over her lap when she took a seat. She was greatful to finally be out of the sun, and for a chance to rest her legs. She glanced across the table as Ispir, surprised by his answer. She...
Isa stopped abruptly, her awkward rant halted like a train on it's tracks. He was...kidding. A hand came to pinch the bridge of her nose, her brows knitting together. Anesidora too a big sigh, only a little bit irritated but mostly relived. There would be so surprise weddings, no broken hearts...
The woman stopped dead in her tracks, her expression passive as her gaze slowly moved to look Ispir in the face. She blinked a few times, perhaps trying to decide if she had misunderstood something along the way.
Proposal? No she hadn't proposed anything. Brown eyes drifted to the bracelet in...
Isadora's restraint that day should have earned her commendation. For she did not break a man's nose. Instead, she ignored the skittles that had landed all too close to her foot and stepped away. She continued to play along, sticking close to the stranger and her hero-apparent as they walked...
The day was long and the sun was hot, burning as it made its lazy decent towards the mountains the dotted the horizon. The journey had been a long one and terribly boring, punctuated only by the occasional interesting animal sighting or drunken sailors grandiose tales. Now, Isadora was eager to...
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