Though it was easy to assume otherwise at times, Isi wasn't really a fool. There was a brain lurking somewhere within that ridiculous head of hers and she didn't generally throw herself purposefully into dangerous situations. Now was an example of that fact, she had slipped away from her brother and ventured around the islands in hopes that perhaps Vaughan had sought some time alone upon one of them and she would find him there. A perfectly logical plan but with one major flaw; the storm.
To call it a simple storm was a rather large understatement. Trees had been brought down by the horrendous wind and animals had fled. Isi perhaps was a fool right now, the only visible thing currently roaming around the island despite a close call with one or two trees. She had ran from the edges of the island though, not fancying her chances with the sea and now desperately looking for somewhere she could possibly shelter without the risk of one of those damn trees collapsing on her. Why on earth were there so many here? One little island, did it need this many?
