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Room 301, Tuesday Afternoon
Mar. 17th, 2015 06:30 pmIsabelle was tired and weary, still, but a few days in Idris had done her some good. Even if everyone was still more than a little shell-shocked. Even if everyone was still in mourning for something or someone, and there had been a Council meeting to determine the place of the Seelie Court among them after their betrayal.
Even if the Hall of Accords had been draped with the blue banners of victory, a golden rune of triumph on each one.
It all felt very far away now that Isabelle was back on Fandom. Her room looked the same. Glitter and clothes spilled everywhere. Nothing here suggested the occupant had quite literally been to hell and back not too many days ago.
Isabelle sent out a single text to Flick – I'm here, and nothing else – and dropped her phone on her bed. And sighed.
[ooc: Open door, open post.]
Even if the Hall of Accords had been draped with the blue banners of victory, a golden rune of triumph on each one.
It all felt very far away now that Isabelle was back on Fandom. Her room looked the same. Glitter and clothes spilled everywhere. Nothing here suggested the occupant had quite literally been to hell and back not too many days ago.
Isabelle sent out a single text to Flick – I'm here, and nothing else – and dropped her phone on her bed. And sighed.
[ooc: Open door, open post.]
