ardent

a life full of lemons makes for sour lemonade



Iolaire

Somnium

Master Healer (250)

Master Intellectual (250)

An icon representing the specialty Professor Professor

age
10 Years
gender
Female
gems
100
size
Small
build
Light
posts
787
player
Acacia

Silver Medal 2020Christmas 2019Trick 2019Promptober 2019
01-23-2022, 08:53 PM


Belle had asked not to be let go and Iolaire had granted that wish. The small woman didn't exactly have anywhere to be. She blew on the wind most days. Though she'd been staying with her adopted family in The Hallows, it wasn't home. Nowhere was home. Home had died with Roan. If the fates deemed that she stay with Deathbelle permanently, she would get word to Artorias and Rudyard so that they didn't worry, at least.

Conversation had come about regarding Deathbelle's guilt and her desire to see her family again and Iolaire, being the blunt bastard that she was, told her to just go see them. So here they were, standing outside of Ashen's borders doing just that. Family was important to her once-lover. Much more important than it was to Iolaire. Not much was important to the emaciated fae. Strange things were important, but not the same things that others cared the most for. She was an odd duck, for sure.

As Belle leaned into her slight frame, Io leaned right back, offering what support she could. Already the woman was telling herself to hold her tongue and not to say anything crazy. It was pretty sad when you had to remind yourself that you weren't dead anymore. Don't bring up being dead, she reminded herself. Just be normal. Io slapped a wide-eyed, somewhat blank look on her face as they waited for whoever to come collect them. She probably looked crazy, but she was trying hard not to.

"Speech"
Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.