Luneiya
Character Development & Romance
- Joined
- May 4, 2023
Isadora slept fitfully, but she resolved herself that in the morning, they would talk and all would be well. Except... when she woke, Nolan was nowhere to be found. She saw the small folded note and her heart dropped.
Whenever they would truly fight, though it wasn't that often, Nolan had a tendency to retreat. That's how she knew she had hurt him deeply. She had fond memories of the morning she had found him hiding out in the stable after one of the more severe fights of their younger years. She was resolved to go out looking for him but was absolutely helpless trying to tack the horse. He gave away his position with his snickering. It was a fond, hazy morning of earnest words and truths previously unspoken. It was also the morning Izzy resolved to be more independent.
After quickly readying herself, Isadora made her way about the castle checking all his usual haunts. She became increasingly worried with each one she found vacant. It was time to attend to her morning duties, now, and she could spare no longer. She had asked the guard who currently followed her "if he was ill," but the guard did not know.
With a feeling of deep unease, she proceeds through her morning's work. Mercifully, her father caught her eye on the way to the next meeting and she fell in step beside him. "Good morning, Father." She sounded sad, even to her own ears.
"Good Morning," He observed her keenly and lowered his voice so that only she might hear, "I understand you and Nolan had a bit of a disagreement."
"Did he talk to you?"
"No, only wrote to let me know he would be away a few days."
Ah, of course. Isadora had heard in the meetings that the dragon would be delayed, but she didn't think Nolan would take the opportunity to...
At her downcast expression, her father continues, "He advised me he would be at a small cottage two days' ride from here. Do you know it?"
Isadora looked up at him sidelong, "I believe I do, in fact." She knew exactly where he would be going. "Are you going to tell the others that the Speaker is unwell? So close to the announcement, it wouldn't do for him to be truant. His position is still delicate."
A hint of a smile crossed her father's features. "I understand, my dear." He looks at her in much the similar sidelong fashion, "And what of you? Are you coming down with something as well?"
Isadora furrows her brow, looking ahead. She was anxious to leave, this very minute, even, but two days' ride... that'd be two days back as well. There was much to be done, and she didn't want to leave it all to her father. This was all she had been working towards. Training towards. But... could she really leave Nolan to wander in his worst nightmares? "I'd rather overtake him than travel so long..." She thinks. "I don't think there's much chance of that happening unless I ride through the night, and that'd be risky." She thinks a bit more, then says, "I believe I shall send a messenger to him."
Her father looks down at her, a bit sadly, perhaps, and lays a large hand on her shoulder. Isadora smiles fondly up at him.
"Don't hesitate to let us know," He responds with a somewhat wry smile. Then, it is time for the meeting.
.... brave words about the messenger, but what on earth was she to write? Sitting down at her desk during lunch, the reality of his confessions overtakes Isadora again, and she is confused and startled by what she feels. She felt so tightly wrapped in worries that she might not escape them. With a steadying breath, though, she recalls Nolan's soothing presence and puts pen to parchment.
I'm sorry. Please come home so we can talk.
It feels so inadequate, but it's all she can force herself to write. Instead of signing her name, though, she draws a blue corella lily. It was her "secret" moniker from when they were younger. They thought it much more fashionable and exciting to have code signs than use their actual names.
As she enjoyed perfumes, most things she touched smelled of corella lilies and vanilla, and this letter was no exception. She sealed it with a fine wax and went about finding a messenger to deliver it.
Do I really want to do this? Is this not more of a betrayal? But my duties...
She sighed. In a way, this was much of her worry come to life. No, she would be strong. She hands the messenger the letter and gives them instructions on how to find Nolan. Hopefully, he would understand. Something claw-like grips her heart as she watches the messenger depart.
I'm sorry. I can't come find you this time. Not anymore.
Whenever they would truly fight, though it wasn't that often, Nolan had a tendency to retreat. That's how she knew she had hurt him deeply. She had fond memories of the morning she had found him hiding out in the stable after one of the more severe fights of their younger years. She was resolved to go out looking for him but was absolutely helpless trying to tack the horse. He gave away his position with his snickering. It was a fond, hazy morning of earnest words and truths previously unspoken. It was also the morning Izzy resolved to be more independent.
After quickly readying herself, Isadora made her way about the castle checking all his usual haunts. She became increasingly worried with each one she found vacant. It was time to attend to her morning duties, now, and she could spare no longer. She had asked the guard who currently followed her "if he was ill," but the guard did not know.
With a feeling of deep unease, she proceeds through her morning's work. Mercifully, her father caught her eye on the way to the next meeting and she fell in step beside him. "Good morning, Father." She sounded sad, even to her own ears.
"Good Morning," He observed her keenly and lowered his voice so that only she might hear, "I understand you and Nolan had a bit of a disagreement."
"Did he talk to you?"
"No, only wrote to let me know he would be away a few days."
Ah, of course. Isadora had heard in the meetings that the dragon would be delayed, but she didn't think Nolan would take the opportunity to...
At her downcast expression, her father continues, "He advised me he would be at a small cottage two days' ride from here. Do you know it?"
Isadora looked up at him sidelong, "I believe I do, in fact." She knew exactly where he would be going. "Are you going to tell the others that the Speaker is unwell? So close to the announcement, it wouldn't do for him to be truant. His position is still delicate."
A hint of a smile crossed her father's features. "I understand, my dear." He looks at her in much the similar sidelong fashion, "And what of you? Are you coming down with something as well?"
Isadora furrows her brow, looking ahead. She was anxious to leave, this very minute, even, but two days' ride... that'd be two days back as well. There was much to be done, and she didn't want to leave it all to her father. This was all she had been working towards. Training towards. But... could she really leave Nolan to wander in his worst nightmares? "I'd rather overtake him than travel so long..." She thinks. "I don't think there's much chance of that happening unless I ride through the night, and that'd be risky." She thinks a bit more, then says, "I believe I shall send a messenger to him."
Her father looks down at her, a bit sadly, perhaps, and lays a large hand on her shoulder. Isadora smiles fondly up at him.
"Don't hesitate to let us know," He responds with a somewhat wry smile. Then, it is time for the meeting.
.... brave words about the messenger, but what on earth was she to write? Sitting down at her desk during lunch, the reality of his confessions overtakes Isadora again, and she is confused and startled by what she feels. She felt so tightly wrapped in worries that she might not escape them. With a steadying breath, though, she recalls Nolan's soothing presence and puts pen to parchment.
I'm sorry. Please come home so we can talk.
It feels so inadequate, but it's all she can force herself to write. Instead of signing her name, though, she draws a blue corella lily. It was her "secret" moniker from when they were younger. They thought it much more fashionable and exciting to have code signs than use their actual names.
As she enjoyed perfumes, most things she touched smelled of corella lilies and vanilla, and this letter was no exception. She sealed it with a fine wax and went about finding a messenger to deliver it.
Do I really want to do this? Is this not more of a betrayal? But my duties...
She sighed. In a way, this was much of her worry come to life. No, she would be strong. She hands the messenger the letter and gives them instructions on how to find Nolan. Hopefully, he would understand. Something claw-like grips her heart as she watches the messenger depart.
I'm sorry. I can't come find you this time. Not anymore.