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“Friends…? Oh thoooose... Beg pardon, missy, but we all fresh out o’ friends. Maybe Family…? Nay and again nay one thousand fold. Out o’ that too, love. Lovers…? Wellll... Undoubtedly one will come with—to me. Undoubtedly, one will come, love…”Regardless of the rising anger she could see in the recently resucitated Gale, steely blues still smoldered coyly into such tumultuous waters that was Gale’s gaze.
“Aye, that I am. From not-- what names be of these towns...? Biter or Toucho? Nay this here lass tis not from such places, as had this lass said before, love,” said Izzy in response to being accused of being 'not from here.'
The reflections of the stars above warbled and shattered as she too slipped into the dark waters. A simple nod she gave then aided Gale with pushing their floatation device as they swam towards shore,
“And as for me nearly being killed… be there nary even a single apologetic note from that sweet voice, Ms. Gale O’Storms. In me life, in me heart, I know I should have already been in the dead books times one thousand. So instead, Ms. Isabellia does thankee from the bottom of her black heart.
"Ne'er before been I wind borne. Never, ever could this lass even conceive of such an awe inspiring and heart-pounding pleasure before. So thankee again, Ms. Gale. Show off more if it pleases ya, love.
"Expertise at wha’cha does and impressive to the end… Keep such tendencies, for this lass do be very intrigued should you show off more to mine eyes…”And with another coy look and sly wink, Izzy shut her mouth and just let the heat of her ladyparts thrum away as they neared shore and were nearly out of these dark, starlit waters. A simple reflection she gave. Two parts in fact.
She wondered if she should tell Gale about her visions of death and rebirth, but more importantly, if she should tell the short, stout, and sexy wet thing about her new found ‘breathing technique.’ And on the tail of that musing, Izzy also wondered why it was when she mentioned things that were close to her like friends, family and lovers…
Oh, but why did the former captain of The Enchanting ever not bother to mention having, or not having, something just as close as family; why did Izzy make no mention of
a crew…?Perhaps the liquor that still coursed through her veins still dulled the sharpness of mind?
“Perhaps not…” ~~~
“The… Wind God…?” repeated Izzy in nearly a scoffing tone after Gale had her near melt down. Her rear was planted on the sand as she poured out the excess sea water from her boots.
Of course, in such a world with griffins, and Hollows, and flying skiffs piloted by sexy women in tight leather all wiggly-jiggly, and with powerful shape-changing murderous children, well, why should izzy be surprised that such a Wind God could not exist?
The redhead just shook her head and looked on as Gale ushered her to rush back to the town. The right thing to do, yet once more. Izzy sighed heavily, shoulders exagerratedly heaving up and down.
“But of course we will warn them, love… but…! Wait for it… wait for it…!” The tall redhead stood and wrung out her hair and chemise as she spoke then sighed as soon as she spotted it. Long almost prancing strides brought her back to the water’s edge.
“’Bout high time ye showed up…” reaching out gingerly at first, she snapped up the offending thing out from the water, wrung it out, shook it a few times then snugged it tight upon her head.
“Now we may rush off, love…”A smile, wink, and nod she cast over to Gale, tugging once at that ol’ tricorn hat she had flung away at the shores when she first made her way through the mushroom field.
“Three questions then, Ms. Gale. One: why so worried about a 'wind god?' Two: why would you want to skewer the Kith children? And three: Cannae we just not wave down one of yer bouncy sisters on those flying skiffs to get us on back to the town…? Please.”There was a fourth question, but Izzy would ask about that later. She did not want Gale to suspect that Izzy wanted to pilfer it for her own desires and deeds.
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