#c:uma

[izzyadore-blog1]

@umaoruc

The moment Izzy had heard the news of Uma, she had been searching the castle for the girl. The rather strong instinct of needing to take care of those close to her or close to people around her was kicking in strong, and it hadn’t taken too long for her search to lead her to the door of her brother’s betrothed. In a moment she was knocking, managing to keep the motion contained and not too loud even though she was nearly chomping at the bit to see the other princess. “Uma?” she called out through the door. “May I come in?”

[askharrythepirate-blog]

I wanna take Ben's offer.

You must know, what’s better for you and for your crew. For us.

[izzyadore-blog1]

@umaoruc

Izzy had slipped into the bathroom for a quick moment of straightening out her dress and hair, as well as simply a moment to collect herself and take a breath. She spared Uma a glance as she walked in, though that glance turned out to be a little longer of a look as she noticed the girl to be rather...unsteady. “Are you alright, Uma?” she asked out of a natural need to look after those in her vicinity. 

[izzyadore-blog1]

@umaoruc

The summit palace was already proving to be more stifling than anticipated, and Isidora was already growing weary of the new height of worry that came with masquerading as Isabela around new people. At least at home, she’d learned what to expect. But here was an entirely different story. The feelings of entrapment had decided to express themself in one of the usual, but simpler ways— escaping to whatever concert she might be able to stumble upon. After all, she didn’t think she’d find a place to go skydiving at this hour. Izzy wasn’t a party girl, per-say, but the nights of music were always a welcome, temporary escape. But tonight, as she heard footsteps approaching from around the corner in her attempt to escape, she wondered who it was that might catch her in the act of seeking out some fun.