dreams don't turn to dust

Iolaire was back from her trip. Deathbelle wouldn’t call it a vacation, and even with her own knowledge was unable to help her once love with her ailment. She crossed all of her toes in hopes that a solution had been found. She hoped and prayed that her dear friend could have the family she so desired. If anyone deserved such fruits of her labor it was the lovely Iolaire. Thoughts of her warmed Belle’s heart as she trotted lazily over the border and towards the cottage. She hoped not to interrupt anything too exciting, Io and Roan had a lot of work ahead of them. It was early in the evening and she thought she’d passed the silver marked warrior on her way through, hopefully that meant Io was mostly alone.

”Io?” She called out softly while rapping her knucke upon the door frame politely.