Sail away to the other side

Isabella Heiwa · 07-29-2012, 11:19 PM

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Oh, poor Atlas, the world’s a beast of a burden

Isabella had thought about that man who had traded with her. Face kept still, the woman had petted the black kitten she held in her lap. The dark kitten purred softly as the woman stroked her back with gentle fingers. Antoinette tucked herself into a ball deeper and her purr slowed to a deep rumble. Isabella peered at ball of black fur and smiled serenely. She was growing into a precocious little creature and it made her happy to see the devotion in the emerald eyes of her kitten. But she had a harder time feeding the creature, though thankfully it ate meat as she did. But she knew that cats needed more than simply meat. Fish was something she knew they liked but it was not something she knew to get. The wharf made it easier to fish, but it did not aid her learning how to do it.

She rose, cradling the kitten in her arms and set her inside of the den, tucking her against the cotton covered walls. Antoinette mewed but quickly turned herself back into a ball and lapsed into sleep. Kitten taken care of, Isabella looked into the tarnished mirror she had set up over her den. She knew where she had to go and she had to try her best to keep up the pretense of innocence. But she could not let on where she was from. Salsola prided itself on secrets and lies, and Isabella was fond of both. A violet bottle found its way into her hands and she dabbed the lavender liquid all over her body with deft fingers.

She came to the nook in the wall that housed all her jewelry and bottles and set the violet one back in its place. The silver and gold trinkets caught her eye and the woman paused to gaze at the gold and red crystal bottle Sirius gave her. She touched it, but hesitated. She could not wear it for what she intended. Perhaps nothing was best. Nothing cold and beautiful. No, she had to be warm and kind today, and the presence of finery would only ruin the image. Perhaps modesty, too, would win her what she needed. She slipped on a light blue dress she had once been given, and smoothed it out. It was so modest that she could hardly believe how much more.. innocent she looked and felt. With a sigh, she knew that she could do no more than this, as anything else wold be garish, though she did crave and put on a silver anklet that jingled lightly at her feet.

What she had not really thought about was the fact the trip to the man with whom she had traded with, would be a fairly long endeavor. It would have to do and she took it easy. Well, it was still a hard trip, almost three days around Inferni and the other pack on the way to the Artists' pack. Soon enough, she smelled the borders, and sat back on her horse on the borders. Raising her pale maw to the sky, she gave her dog's howl to the pack, asking for the man to join her. Isabella dismounted the mare, smiling deliciously at herself at the thought of the charade. It was good fun for her and she hardly had a second thought about misleading Vasiliy.

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