The First Cycle of Immanis
in the Season of Winter
Iseult had not initially planned to swing over to Secyclion. Her trip was meant to a brief one over to Ieffreon to hunt down her brother and give him a bit of Aeternia for the drunken letter she had received a few months earlier. The man had once more fallen into cups, a dangerous dangerous thing that had jarred Iseult into anger, disappointment, and worry. She had determined not to make her siblings a top priority, to simply let them live their lives without her having to come to the scene and rescue them. She'd wanted to finally live
her life without having to accommodate
them. But she couldn't pass up Liam falling back into his cups. Because it worried her to the point that she wondered what damage he might do to himself as he re-embraced his old habits.
Secyclion had come to mind for a number of reasons: She had liked the island during her last visit and she had thought perhaps she might visit Aigle and discuss with her a matter of busiess--whether or not the woman could actually help her was another matter, but at least she could discuss.
Stepping off the ferry, Iseult showed her Visa and explained that she was there for business before moving inland, accepting the flower garland with an awkwardness and an impatience. And then she was in, striding forward to find a place to bed down for a few darkenings, as well as make her way to go see Aigle.