The Silver Queen [AU]

[Isabela]

"I suppose you're right," she muses, with a small, fond smile. 

[NPCs]

"I could speak of beauty forever, but I do not wish to bore you with talk of only art. Please, tell me about yourself?"

[Isabela]

"Oh, there's not much to me," she breezes artfully. "I love the sea. I have always loved sailing, ships, swimming, the way it sounds, the way it smells... I used to stow away aboard my father's ships in the hopes I could sail away over the ocean. Alas, I was always returned to my manor."

[NPCs]

"Ah, Teurnal, of course- I thought I caught a little bit of that distinctive flowing clipped tone in your voice," Olocaryn says with a nod. "Have you been to Jalzaid before?"

[Isabela]

My daddy maybe, originally. Never me. "No sir. My fiance brought me by ship, and I loved every second of it. I had to be coaxed off the ship once we made land."

[NPCs]

"Ah, an innocent then! Untouched by prior experience, how lovely. Tell me, what entertainment do you prefer- my honor depends I at least give you some recommendations if nothing else," he says with a charming smile. And it's telling that, despite what she knows about him, she can't find the lie of that charm in his eyes or voice.

[Isabela]

"Have you anything to match the feel of the wind in my hair halfway up the rigging?" she challenges him. 

[NPCs]

"Besides sailing on a windrunner yacht?" he replies with a laugh. "Demihorn riding across the plains. During a thunderstorm if one is brave enough."

[Isabela]

"Ha! I dare you to keep up with me," she crows. 

[NPCs]

"Such passion!" he says with a grin. "What a handful you must have been to your father. I suspect you were never one to obey the rules unless it suited you."

[Isabela]

"Never once," she agrees. "My fiance is beside himself for what to do with me."

[Carver Amell]

It's around this time that Carver slips up next to her, offering her his arm. "Ah, there you are. Have you seen my cousin? I can't find him anywhere."

[NPCs]

Olocaryn's eyebrow raises a bit. "Still looking are you?" he says evenly, grin vanished. "Perhaps you'd have better luck in the dining hall."

[Carver Amell]

"Ah, yes, I got held up along the way. Come with me, Bela?" he offers. 

[Isabela]

"Oh-- well, I suppose I'd best. It wouldn't do to be unchaperoned," she says airily. Thank Teris' winds.