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[Isobell]

Isobell

i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea

The patterned mare slides away from her brother as he inquires at to the future. It had seemed only yesterday that the pair had torn through the dark sands of Nerine chasing the wind with shouts and screams of laughter as foals do...

But now things are different.

Her silver eyes seek the mismatched pair of her brother's own as her brow furrow slightly like a summer storm. She is not sure what the future holds but she does know she is the one to be protect Nerine where Castile is free to roam.

Mother would never let a man rule...even her own blood.

"I must stay in Nerine, Castile, who else could Mother trust?" The question is sincere and honest as she asks him like the question is rhetorical. Her dark head dips slightly as she moves her gaze away from his to look through the tall bodies of trees in a place that was not their home. 'You know Mother would never let just anyone have the throne." Her words are low and murmured as she can feel the weight of her birthright already on her slender shoulders. It would take time but the young mare would eventually grow to fulfill Nayl's place though her name would never be forgotten. 'And you? Where do you think you will be? I hope not too far..." Isobell lifts her face so she may watch her brother's expression, to read between the words in case he were attempting to cushion an answer or keep her away from any hurtful answer.