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Post by jezzy on Jul 29, 2011 3:02:54 GMT -5
It had passed half an hour until Isolde realised she was in a bit of a daze and staring through the coloured window west of the church. Then unclenched her fingers from her palms and greeted a fellow organiser. There was no way Isolde was doing all of this herself. She would do most of it, but she just wouldn't be able to handle it all. Isolde was strong, but she needed time to herself. Although, yes she was really wishing time with someone else. She just had to give Mark these last couple of days. That was enough so she wouldn't feel completely unkind. As Isolde joined into conversations with the other helpers. Linnadhiel entered the church. She was so young and beautiful. Quite Angelic. Isolde was delighted to see her sister and greeted her with a warm hug. Her company was always enjoyable and Isolde particularly needed it these days. She was the tie to the sense of normalcy. Isolde noted the light pink dress she wore and the young innocence Linn had. So much life. Isolde wore a knitted Dress with different shades of blue stripes. Mostly dark as to show Isolde was in mourning. Although Isolde couldn't find herself to wear entirely black. It was just too depressing. There was also a dark cloak around it to keep her warm. Quite simple was Isolde's style. With fine crystal earrings that dangled a little bit. Along with her shell bracelet.
'Morning sister, you look stunning as all ways. How is the planning coming along? You need help? You know it does seem like its missing something?' Linnadhiel asked of Isolde with a vibrant smile, that one couldn't help, but adore.
~My sweet Linn. Well, it is coming. Let's just say that... We do still have 2 days so it won't be impossible. If you would like to, that would be great. Like what?~
Isolde gladly spoke to her sister. Linn always seemed to brightened Isolde up quite easily. A gift, perhaps. It couldn't come to mind what was missing that Linn had said. Isolde looked around the church. It wasn't completed, but most of everything had been ordered and set to arrive in the next day or two.
'Your smile, of course. I know these are sad days, but you must need time to rest. To relax. It can't be good to have your mind of several things at once. Everything will work out, just give it time... I can take over for a bit. Go and take some time for yourself.' Linnadhiel placed her hand on Isolde's shoulder. Even though Isolde was pretty much together, Linn could tell her sister was a bit stressed and was thinking of too many things. Not including Isolde herself.
~I have relaxed here and there. There is just so much; that needs to be done... Alright, I'll go. Just please come find me, if I'm needed!~
Isolde tried to deny it, but Linn was right and Isolde knew it. Her attention then turned to the door. She knew where she intended to go. It maybe not be the number one place in her mind, but that will have to wait for now.
'I'll send the army... Just go' Linn said with a smug smile and pushed Isolde in play to the door. Then gave a soft laugh.
~Thank-you I really appreciate it... Ok Ok, I'm going. I'll see you soon.~ Isolde smiled a lot more vibrant now and laughed herself as Linn started pushing to go. So Isolde began to leave and realising it was almost near midday. How time flew.
'It's my pleasure... Just not too Soon, ok' Linnadhiel's voice echoed behind the front doors of the church and Isolde shook her head slightly in amusement.
Isolde would give herself a couple hours if she could manage it. Just before exiting Isolde had picked up her knitted bag and placed it over her shoulder. It had the weight of 3 small poetry books. Isolde now made her way to the castle. She had made her mind up that she would visit the gardens and sit near the great fountain. Under her favourite tree. Of course she had in mind many other places she wished to see, but so many of them weren't all that close by. She really had travelled a lot. It were these moments she realised how much she wanted to be some where else. She was glad now that she had sent Sibeal to fix her room for her evening return and gave her the rest of the day off. It meant she could have a moment in the garden to herself for real now. Not that she didn't adore the company of her dear Izzy. She did and loved her greatly. Just that need of ones own mind for company.
Just after about a 10 minute walk Isolde reached the gardens that rested next to the very grand Castle of Celidoine. It had its own unique and beautiful designs. Shining almost like gold now in the midday sun. How could something so beautiful not want to make Isolde stay? It wasn't hard to answer. One word. One name. Tristan. There. Isolde said it. She very rarely said it. Thought it. Played it over in her head. Even if she never could forget it. She let in a deep breath then let it out. Relax. Then Isolde reached a grand willow tree probably older than the castle itself. It was here Isolde took her seat. Her back rested against the thick trunk of the tree. Feeling all the muscles in her body respond to it and everything soon relaxed. She had in view the extra large fountain that itself shone of gold. There was a man on a chariot with at least four steeds. Surrounded by dolphins and tritons. A very mythical and magical scene. It was a fine visual when reading poetry. With that thought Isolde dug out the three books out of her bag and placed them beside her. Contemplating which one she wished to read until she just randomly picked. She was pleased with her choice of mixed poems. Isolde read one in a soft irish tone and played it over in her vivid mind.
'Play, Phoebus, on thy lute,
And we will sit all mute;
By listening to thy lyre,
That sets all ears on fire.
Hark, hark! the God does play!
And as he leads the way
Through heaven, the very spheres,
As men, turn all to ears!'
Then turned the fine page and read the next poem. Until she had read at least four poems and rested on one particularly that reminded her of a moment that was very much in the past, but very present in her mind. If Isolde was lucky she could revisit these moments in the future. She could only dream for now and that was enough!
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Post by Luciana le Valois on Jul 30, 2011 15:05:47 GMT -5
It was a good thing that Luciana liked to travel. It saved her regal father from paying their ambassadors extra money, and with the impending war with Lusitania the Armorican monarchs were being a bit more frugal. They did not want to raise taxes more than they needed to. So, much to the silent displeasure of her country’s envoys, Luciana was sent to Albion as Armorica’s emissary in order to strengthen the ties of friendship with their allies. After the two days at sea, the enigmatic Princess of Armorica had traveled across Albion for weeks to every allied kingdom, using her political charisma to make certain that her homeland was not alone when the war began.
Now Luciana made her way to the last destination on her little tour, the Kingdom of Celidoine. Although the Celidoine was not allied with Armorica in the past due to the latter strong ties with Camelot, the princess hoped that an informal alliance could be made during her stay as per her father’s wishes. Of course a more formal alliance could be drawn up later. It was the good will and loyalty that mattered.
Astride her obsidian stallion, the Princess of Armorica led a sizable convoy of Armorican soldiers, goods, and a few wagons filled with her own possessions. The princess’s traveling party stretched out several yards behind her. A lady has to travel in style. Beside her rode her gallant and fearless champion, Sir Erec D’Avalos. King Alaric would rest easy knowing that his precious daughter was in the capable hands of his most trusted knight, and Luciana would not settle for any less of a man than her own protector. Yes, Sir Erec was held in high esteem in the royal family of Armorica.
Halting her steed on top of a hill, Luciana looked back, surveying her convoy, and inquired, “Is there any chance we could pick up the pace a little, Sir Erec? I would like to arrive at the Castle of Celidoine before dinner. God only knows how much I do not want to eat in a tent again.”
“Missing the comforts of home, my lady?” questioned Sir Erec with a small chuckle, standing beside her on his own black warhorse.
“Only a sturdy roof over my head,” answered the weary princess lightheartedly, attempting not to let the long journey get the better of her.
“Not to worry, your Highness. We’ll arrive before the servants even have a chance to garnish the plates.” Luciana’s champion replied, hoping to lift his princess’s spirit.
With a smile of delight, the dark hair Armorican beauty nudged her horse into a quick walk as her convoy caught up. A slight, but cool breeze flew across the land, blowing her loose, cascading chocolate locks about. Luciana held the thin, gold circlet that rested around her head in place as the wind passed. Then when it moved on, she pulled the fur lined champagne colored cloak tighter around her petite frame.
As the Armorican convoy traveled on, Luciana set her mind to the task ahead. She hoped that the new king of Celidoine would be amenable to her offer of an alliance. Her father did not even attempt to make one with King Anguish for he valued the union with Camelot. ‘I’m sure everything will go well since Celidoine is allied with Camelot,” thought the princess, ridding her mind of all thoughts of failure. Luciana was certain she could use her alluring charm and wit to keep things in her favor. However, she had to make sure she did not do anything too scandalous. She was a betrothed woman after all.
‘I should also get in the sisters’ good graces. If I cannot convince King Lorcan to join with Armorica, then maybe they can,’ mused Luciana, cleverly crafted a back up plan. The Armorican princess knew the king had two sisters. For the life of her, she could not recall the younger sister’s name, but she knew of the elder one, Isolde. When the eldest princess of Celidoine had wedded Lord Mark of Camelot, the joyous albeit surprising new flew to the corners of every kingdom as well as the rumors of her beauty. One bard compared her to the fabled Helen of Troy, so needless to say Luciana was curious to see if the rumors were true.
After a few more hours of continuous marching, the Armorican convoy finally arrived at the Castle of Celidoine. As they approached the castle’s gate, a guard bellowed from above, “Who goes there?”
Proudly, Sir Erec moved forward, lifted the Armorican royal standard, and replied, “Her Highness, Luciana le Valois, Princess of Armorica seeks an audience with your lord king.”
After proving they were not a threat, the Armoricans were allowed entrance into the castle. Entering the main courtyard, Princess Luciana sat poised and proud in her saddle with the air of royalty. As the last of her guards were given their instructions by Sir Erec, she went to dismount her horse. Hastily her champion rushed to her side in order to help her descend from the large stallion.
Knowing Sir Erec held the codes of chivalry close to his heart, Luciana allowed him to assist her off of her horse. When she had two feet firmly on the ground, she said, “Thank you, Sir Erec. As always you are every bit a gentleman.”
The princess’s champion nodded in respect, and remarked, “It is an honor serving you in any way possible, my lady.”
The comment brought a gleaming smile to Luciana’s pale pink lips. Before the princess could say something in reply, her handmaid, Alis, rushed up to her side and informed her lady that all of her possessions were in order. Luciana gratefully thanked her loyal maid, who probably guarded her several trunks of gowns and jewels like they were the secret to immortality. Then without much ceremony, the princess left the convoy in Sir Erec’s capable hands and made her way into the castle with Alis following closely behind her. As she passed through the grand doors, Luciana’s smile was replaced by an expression of decorum. She looked as if she were the very essence of propriety. Her mother would have been so proud.
As she entered the grand main foyer, the chamberlain greeted the Princess of Armorica. As he approached her, Luciana removed her cloak, revealing the elegant forest green gown beneath it. It was not too flashy or vibrant. Her only adornment beside her circlet was exquisite gold choker decorated with a single emerald and gleaming white pearls. Luciana had to display some of her country’s wealth without showing off too much.
As Alis took the princess’s cloak, the chamberlain bowed to Luciana, and stated respectfully, “I beg your pardon, your Royal Highness, but I am afraid you have caught us a bit by surprise. His Majesty is in the midst of dealing with a few state affairs and is not able to receive you at the moment.”
In a dignified tone, Luciana replied, “Then it is I who should beg pardon. I should have sent word ahead of my arrival. If I cannot see your king, then might I have a room so that I may freshen up?”
The chamberlain was relieved by the Armorican princess’s gracious attitude to the delayed audience. With a more than happy grin, the chamberlain said, “Of course, my lady. It would be a pleasure to escort you to the guest chamber’s myself.”
“Fantastic,” remarked Luciana, with a gentle smile of sheer delight. She then followed the chamberlain down the halls and up the stairs of the Castle of Celidoine with Alis close behind her. As they made their way to the guest chambers, Luciana glanced around a bit to admire the castle’s architecture. It was a bit different from the Castle of Armorica, but the both had the same purpose nonetheless.
“And here we are, your Highness,” stated the chamberlain, as he opened the double doors to what would be Luciana’s chambers for the duration of her stay. Entering the room, the Armorican princess glanced around the chamber, surveying its layout. It was a comfortable sized room, but not as large as her own room in her homeland. That was like three rooms in one. However the guest suite had all the amenities: a large feather bed decorated in light saffron colored fabric at the far end of the room, an chestnut armoire near the door, and a vanity placed near a window with a beautiful view of the land.
“Is it to you’re liking, my lady?” inquired the chamberlain, praying that the visiting royal would be pleased.
Turning around in the middle of the room, Luciana turned to face the man, and replied cheerfully, “Oh yes! It’s quite lovely.”
With the princess satisfied, the chamberlain left her to relax and refresh herself. While Luciana reclined on the bed for a bit, Alis fetched her mistress a pitcher of warm water and poured it into a porcelain basin on top of the vanity. Her handmaid was extremely adept with anticipating her lady’s needs. No sooner had Alis finished pouring the water had Luciana risen from the bed to wash her face. Gently the princess splashed the temperate water over her face, relishing the feeling. Never underestimate the soothing abilities of warm water.
Then just as the Armorican princess was drying her face, there was a knock at her door. After setting the towel aside, Luciana stated as she glanced at herself in the mirror, “Come in.”
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Post by jezzy on Jul 31, 2011 7:38:23 GMT -5
It was then Isolde felt strange eyes upon her and she turned only to see the face of Belenus. The sun god on his chariot. As if its eyes looked down upon her and she could have sworn for a moment they were of someone else. There was a feeling of. 'What are you doing'. 'You should be at the church mourning'. 'What about Mark'. Isolde then stood to her feet. She knew of whom these were from and it wasn't some silly imagination of a statue talking. No, It was simple Isolde herself. That part of her that felt the guilt and a part of shame. She wished she didn't have such thoughts and that only seemed to worsen it. Once the funeral was done. Everything would be much more clearer. Isolde replaced the leather bag over her shoulder and took the weight; nicely.
~I know. I'm sorry. Oh, so very sorry.~
Isolde wasn't speaking directly, but her eyes lingered over the fountain as she spoke it. It wasn't all that loud, in fact her tone was quite subtle, but not quite at the point of a whisper. Isolde had planned to head back to the church and relief Linn of the duties. She was sure she would get hold of this planning soon enough. As everything was ordered and most was in place, it was just a matter of waiting. You would think after the death of her mother and that of her father, it wouldn't be as hard to plan, but it was. There was more Isolde was in control with here than the other funerals. As always, the sadness was more or less the same. So Isolde was about to start heading back the way she had come. Only to be interrupted.
'Were you just talking to that statue, Isolde? Don't tell me you decimated it.'
Linnadhiel had entered the garden as Isolde had spoken and clearly couldn't help herself. Isolde was a little surprised to see Linnadhiel and blushed slightly. Even though she knew Linn was joking, it was awkward. Why was Linn here? Then Isolde thought in her mind. Church? Why wasn't Linn there? Had Isolde stayed longer than she had thought previously. Then noted the sky above, she was quite sure it hadn't been that long. Something was wrong. Isolde had told her sister to find her if needed. Oh, something was broken or something along the lines.
~Funny! No, I was. I guess. Just speaking out loud. I didn't mean for it to be heard... Did something go wrong? I was just about to head back.~
She hadn't meant for it to be heard from anyone which perhaps sounded worse than had she been talking to the statue. Speaking to the wind maybe just a bit more weird. Isolde was already making fun of herself now. Oh, she hoped the row of candles Isolde had tested weren't knocked over. There wasn't any smoke in that direction so probably something less dramatic, Isolde could only hope.
'Right? Isolde, jokes a side. I'm pretty sure I know of whom you were speaking to. There is nothing you need to apologise for. You have done nothing wrong. It isn't the rumours that has made your mind spin. We both know they are just that, rumours. You are my sister. More times than most you have been my carer. I know your heart and I know your kindness. Maybe it is because your now late husband, was a kind man you were forced to marry. You feel guilty for not being able to return the love that he bestowed upon you, as you had already given that to another. Am I wrong? Wasn't Mark married before you to a woman he was madly in love with. I'm sure what ever comes after death they are together now and are at peace. You needn't feel guilty about moving on with your life; for Mark has moved on after death. I know these are of little comfort, you will be able to move on soon and I promised you from the beginning. I am here as is our brother... Which by the way I have missed recently. Does it seem like he's been tied down with duty more than usual?'
These were probably the most poetic and heartfelt words Isolde had heard from Linnadhiel after the death of Mark. Linn was truly sweet and one could almost say she had a touch of wisdom. How grateful Isolde was to have such a beautiful minded sister and an amazing brother. Which, yes. Isolde had missed also. Though it wasn't as if it was unexpected that he was busy. Being King would do that. Had Isolde thought on some level this wasn't something Lorcan had wanted, she would be concerned, but Lorcan since Isolde could remember; always wanted the crown. Not in that selfish way. Lorcan had wanted it, as to change some of the rules and for the people of Celidoine. Each sibling seemed to express some form imagination and Lorcan has visions for the kingdom for a long time. It seemed he was successful so far. Wait! Isolde then remembered the church, AGAIN!
~I know all this, Linn. I just have so many things running around in my head and my emotions are just out of balance. You needn't worry. This is just all about time. I will be fine and I am sure, sooner rather than later. Thank-you, you always know the right things to say to cheer me up. Particularly in these darker times, I love you dearly. I am sure Lorcan hasn't forgotten us. We just have to get use to the fact that he is now, King. A great king I have to say... We're getting off track, now... What's happened at the church?~
Isolde lightened her voice as thanked her sister who was almost like a backbone for her in these times and Isolde had to be grateful. How annoyed her sister and everyone must be with this slight depression Isolde was going through. As of now Isolde hadn't seen any annoyance, so if there was it was well hid. Her eyes then steadied upon Linn as she questioned her again. Isolde doubted Linn was trying to avoid the subject, but who was to know.
'It is my pleasure as always, I only wish to see you happy, my sister... I guess this one you just can't put down to your bleeding, but it is always a good excuse for future reference... Oh, the church is fine. I gave the men and women the rest of the day off. Seems you have worked them hard. Though really. There isn't much that can be done until the orders have arrived. You should be happy you have done such a good job. It would have taken me at least a month. No, two months. Yeah, two months.'
Linn remained quite happy how she spoke trying to lighten the mood; now after her most wise speech in quite some time. Was almost deserving to be written down and remembered. In all truthfulness, Linn was happy to help in someway to bring happiness to her sister. Inside, Linn knew soon Isolde would probably leave for Camelot. She hoped Isolde could be with Tristan, but it meant Linn would see much less of her and with Lorcan with so much duty. Linn was only going to have herself for company and so she was making the most she could, with the time they had. Linn spoke lightly about the church and poking fun about how Isolde had worked the people hard. As it was quite the opposite in reality and Isolde was not quite the princess to give orders. Linn smiled brightly to her sister as Isolde seemed to have done a better job than Isolde thought. Linn wouldn't have been able to do it so quickly. Maybe Isolde was rushing to be with someone, Linn laughed softly. She wouldn't be surprised.
~I'll remember that... What? You sent them away?... Oh, I guess your right.To be honest, I don't believe I'll be satisfied until the funeral dinner or until the day has past... What you say we head to the castle? It will be dinner in a bit and we mustn't miss Lorcan's grand return. I think we may have time for some music, what do you think?~
A slight frown came to Isolde as she was surprised Linn had sent the people away, but really Isolde was happy. It was starting to be just be filling a void and Isolde didn't want to be using these people like that. As the days had gone by, Linn had been dropping hints and it wasn't hard for Isolde to see. Linn was seeking time with her sister. Isolde kept forgetting and then remembering that if she would leave, it meant her sister would be by herself. It would be different from the times before Isolde had left, because Lorcan was always there. It was highly unlikely he would have the same time as he once did to comfort and protect their sister. Not that there was much need for protection now as their father had died and Linn was much older now. It didn't stop Isolde from worrying, but she could trust Lorcan. For even if he had duties, he had the ability of awareness. So Isolde offered the two of them return to the castle and play some music as they both enjoyed that. Then they both began to walk back to the castle.
'Or you won't be satisfied until you see, Tristan? It has been, what? Two years. I wonder how much he's changed. Oh, what if he's missing a limb or has some strange growth... Music time. Sounds wonderfully pleasant. It just won't be the same without Lorcan, though... I still can't believe! Lorcan! Our brother! Is King!'
Linnadhiel kept in conversation with Isolde and Isolde's heart fluttered quite heavily at the mentioning of Tristan. It had been a long time since she had heard it from another's mouth. It sounded; oh so nice and felt like home. Like that warm spot upon the warmest fur rug, in front of an open log fire and the feeling of the tightest hug imaginable; just before it hurt. That's how his name felt to Isolde. How anything about the man that bore this name, made Isolde feel. It had to be more than just a meaningless fling two years ago, if she was still feeling this strongly about him. Isolde had to confess she missed a couple of Linn's words until she mentioned Tristan's limbs. Isolde was about say, 'how do you know about his limbs' and in which made her laugh in side. As she knew them quite well. There wasn't much of a dirty side to Isolde, save her thoughts of the few times she had laid with Tristan. It had actually crossed her mind whether Tristan may have been in a battle and was injured, but she had connections to the news of that. For Isolde would want to be there to heal him. Isolde knew quite well it wouldn't be easily to live in a world without him and if the case maybe that, Tristan is without limb. It didn't matter. As long as he was healthy and alive. She would survive.
~You know me too well... I can deal with missing limbs and growths. My main concern is. There is someone else. That he has found another. I mean; he had every right to do so. What if he's happy with me gone. and my arrival in Camelot, just burdens him. I.. I just wouldn't be able to forgive myself for that... I think Lorcan will be missed a lot from the music room for a while, but it isn't without great grief. He is doing good and he needs only our support.~
Isolde was surprised she was opening up quite easily and she had to admit she felt freer for it. Oh, she was going to miss Linn and Lorcan, even if she barely saw him these days. He had promised more of him closer to the funeral and he was good with his promises. How a fine girl hadn't snatched him up yet, but then he had two very close sister, whom weren't easily dealt with. Isolde smiled at the thought. Who ever the girl be, she would possibly be; thee luckiest girl alive.
Soon the roof of the castle was above them and they were met with a fine lit room ready for the coming evening. There was also a great warmth and Isolde was grateful for that as was Linn. They had entered from the west door and now took glimpse of the front. Noting it appeared someone had arrived. Isolde wasn't aware they had visitors, unless Lorcan was expecting someone, though he would have said something about it. She was sure of that. Then turned back to Linn and thought not much of it.
'Another? Oh, Isolde. You can't think like that. He loved you greatly then and he will now. You haven't changed that much, only gotten more beautiful and he will only want you more. If for some reason he doesn't I am sure he's cursed, just no other explanation for it... Oh, no one is as big of a supporter than I. I'm not about to let him forget it.'
~Cursed? How do you come up with this stuff? Though, I do hope your right. About him loving me still, that is. Something tells me Lorcan, knows... If he needs any more convincing you could always start a club. There be plenty of members just from the amount of girls wishing to be his queen. ~
'Oh, I just think outside the box. I am more than sure he is just thinking the same as you are. A fan club? Well, Lorcan does love other people adoring him. I might save that in the more dire moments.'
The two continued the conversation as they made their way to the music room down the hall. They were shortly stopped by the Chamberlain and bowed before the two princesses. They looked to one another hoping it wasn't a message from Lorcan that he would be missing the dinner tonight or something very bad had happened. Although knowing Lorcan he was good at getting out of such things. 'Majesties! May I have a word.'
~Of course. Is Lorcan alright?~ Isolde politely gave him permission.
'Thank-you your Majesty. His Majesty is well and is due to arrive within the hour. Though, I must inform you that the Princess Luciana of Armorica has arrived to speak to the king and is settled in the guest royal chambers'
~Well, we must make our guest feel welcomed. Please, ask Princess Luciana if she would join us in the music room and that the princess Linnadhiel and myself, look forward to meeting her.~
'Of course, Majesty'
Soon, the chamberlain disappeared upstairs. Isolde and Linn then finally made it into the music room. Isolde could feel the stiffness of her fingers, seeking her harp. She had also missed Linn's soothing voice, but her sister today was seeking the piano instead. Isolde smiled to her sister and took a seat by the harp. This of course was another harp than the one that was in Isolde's chambers. Though this was just a grand if not grander and newer. The one that stood by her window of her chambers was once her mothers. She placed her bag down beside her and placed her finger along the strings.
'Do you know much about this Luciana?' Linn asked her sister as she began to play lightly upon the keys of the piano.
~I do not, but it will be nice to meet someone new. I just hope not another princess seeking our brother, although if she's quite fitting, it maybe good for him.~
'I think lets just get Lorcan, used to being king first.' Linn smiled not wanting her brother to leave her anymore, not now anyways.
Isolde smiled and nodded to her sister. These were only early days, the first few months for Lorcan as king. He had hopefully years ahead of him. Something told her that slowing down wasn't Lorcan's style, but wanted to enjoy everything he could. That she was sure of. If only Isolde could see that enjoyment in the role of princess as he did. She took it, that was it. As much as she wanted her own complete life, she couldn't make all her own rules and there had to be boundaries in life. She was fine with that. Otherwise what need was there of wanting something you did have already. You would never learn to fight for it. Or yearn for something... Oh and Isolde yearned for someone. She could only hope that when she was thinking of Tristan, he was thinking of her. That maybe when she dreamed of him, he was dreaming of Isolde. She played over the happy thoughts and started to pluck a tune. That seemed to match that to the one, Linn was playing on the piano. These moments Isolde knew would lessen more and more in the coming days. So for now Isolde delighted herself within them and held them so very dear to her heart!
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