The Academy, Idris, Sunday

There was no real reason for Isabelle to be here today. No anniversary, no holiday, no pressing concern that needed to be dealt with. All she had was a whim. And a bag stuffed with the makings of a picnic, which she'd picked up in Alicante.

Also athe horse she'd ridden to the Academy on. The best transport a person could hope for in Idris. It was either that or walking everywhere – and it was a small country, but it wasn't that small.

She left the horse with a stable guy, then headed inside the Academy to try and find (and surprise) her boyfriend.

[ooc: NFB, for the boy.]