who: @thecrowkeeper where: onyx peak
Onyx Peak was quieter than usual, not silent, but quiet in the way that made Isolde slow her pace just enough to listen. She wasn't rushing to get home ⎯ not when the flames on the tips of her fingers were aching to burn something. Spending most day at the Pyreforge hadn't done it for her, no amount of weapons and jewelry she forged that day helped her relax. And with that thought in might, that same urge to burn everything around her, she caught a glimpse of her, the woman who ran. The woman who made a fool of her brother.
If it wasn't for Samuel, the Wendell girl wouldn't be alive today. He had made her promise, damn the demons below and as much as Isolde hated it.. she'd never break a promise she made to him. “Well, well,” Isolde called out, her voice light but edged with amusement, “I didn’t know they were letting you wander around without a protection spell now.”










