The Silver Queen [AU]

[Carver Amell]

"I tried to get her out, but she shrugged me off and said she wanted to go with him. I figured she knew her business."

[Tethras Clan]

That... seems very unlikely. But how would he know that? Gods, this plan was... What business do we three fools have with infiltrating such a thing? "Alright." I was scouting about for a little more than an hour. There's no chance... "Back to mon Sage, have them... look about. I will try to find the stables and at least confirm they did, in fact, go on a ride."

[Carver Amell]

"Okay," Carver says, clearly relieved to have something to do. "I'm on it."

[NPCs]

Demihorns, evidently, are very interesting mounts. Expensive hybrids of unicorns and thoroughbreds, they're ruinous to maintain thanks to demanding diets and fragile immune systems, terrible at defending themselves, sterile and relatively short lifespans for equines. On the other hand, they're blindingly fast- easily triple the speed of a normal house and possessing darkvision suitable for navigating at full speed. Less then ten minutes after they leave the stables, the pair are already racing along the coastline, winding their way up the hills towards the cliffside lighthouse the pirate had noted when they first arrived in the area. The view is glorious, the final dying light of the sun on the horizon, the roar and spray of the ocean some five hundred feet below them as the water churn around jagged rock. Around them, birds scream to prove their existence and the starts shine.

"Well?" Olocaryn asks with a grin as they come to a halt at the highest point on the cliff. "No thunderstorm, alas, but I hope I did not disappoint?"

[Isabela]

"My," she gasps, breathless. "That was.."

[NPCs]

"Quite so," Olocaryn purrs, clearly pleased with himself- and  based on his unabashed looks at Isabela, with her. He seems particularly interested in the rather unseemly amount of leg she's forced to show in order to ride the demihorn at any real speed. "Care to get a bit closer? Blasted mounts will shy from the height so we'll have to walk, alas. At least they know better than to wander far."

[Isabela]

She doesn't answer, already swinging down from the beast and heading for the cliff. If only I was dressed better, I could dive down and swim away. Oh, but he's not so bad, really. Sure, he's probably backing slaver scum, but he's been nothing but nice to me.

[NPCs]

Impudent little thing... Lovely. Olocaryn follows suit, taking advantage of their positions to study her build. A bit full for my normal tastes but there is something to be said for a nice change of pace. "You ride well for a novice," he observes.

[Isabela]

"Thank you," she says, looking out at the sea. Shame about the rocks, though. Ah, I love this feeling. Never been nearly as into the sea as Mother was, but this freedom, sailing, riding, that's my true passion.

[NPCs]

"Oh no, it is me that is thankful for tonight's adventure," Olocaryn murmurs as he steps next to Isabela. "I rather like your hair like this, windblow and free," he adds, reaching up to run his hand down a lock of hair.

[Isabela]

Bet he'd have a heart attack if he saw what I was wearing this morning. "Do you? I do too."

[NPCs]

"Bold and fierce... such an intriguing woman you are," Olocaryn whispers, eyes dark and intent as he moves a little closer. "Wild and untamed."

[Isabela]

"Untameable," she corrects. "No man can control me."

[NPCs]

"That, my dear, is the sort of statement that makes a man yearn to try. Even failure," unlikely as that is, should the man in question be dedicated and skilled enough, "can be... most diverting and well worth the efforts."

[Isabela]

"Alas, I've already made my nest," she says with a smirk.