[open] a tall ship and a star to steer her by

[Isobell]

bottom of the deep blue sea

The slow rhythmic lull of the water caressing the soft sand always drew her out from the naked trunks of autumn tress. Isobell watches with adoration and glinting jealous, to witness the love of sea and land, silver eyes unmoving. Very similar to their love story, Isobell finds a twist in her heart named Ivar. He had busied himself with the reproduction of his kelpie children but it all left Isobell feeling empty, unwanted, lonely.

Loess had provided her with a misty sanctuary. Castile, her sweet brother, had welcomed her with open arms to share his home with the illustrious mare. Here she could breath the cold air, allow it to wash away her sins, cleanse the corruption of her mind. In response, the pied mare draws a breath before the sounds of a voice drifts towards her, a woman's voice. Isobell needs to press herself forward. She needs to shake away the doubt that clouds her mind.

Another has reached the pretty mare before Isobell arrives. The other woman is bright and shiny, a delicate shade of purple with clear eyes and an easy smile. A blossom of a smirk drifts across the pretty lips of the former queen. Silver eyes lift and roll over the tender curves of the mare before flicking upon those of roan stallion. A pleasant greeting is offered by the two toned mare, a simple- "Hello there." and tilt of her finely carved head.

Judging by the male's remark insinuating they were both visiting, Isobell takes the moment to evaluate their body language and concludes it was a friendly visit. "Welcome to Loess/" The mare relaxes with the flick of her long tail, a hind leg cocking as she shifts her weight to her other curved hip. The kelpie-made mare observes them beneath the length of her dark lashes, awaiting a reply.