J,GoB, Late Saturday Morning
Isabelle had been looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend with Flick in Alicante. Her father was away from Idris on business and she had his whole house to herself.
But then her morning training had been interrupted by a fire message. We're here on Fandom and hungry. Anna. And that sent Isabelle's plans on a wholly different course, which involved dropping everything and fetching Flick from the Academy (on horseback, how else?) so they could take a portal to Fandom.
And now they were making their way to Jeff, God of Biscuits because that seemed like the likeliest place to find their kid -- kids. A least, if Anna's insistence on them buying her bagels last time around had been anything to go by.
"By the Angel, I wonder who the other one is."
That was not the first time she'd said that o the trek from Idris to here.
[ooc: Izzy's here for the fiancée and the brats, but post is open for your pastry needs!]
But then her morning training had been interrupted by a fire message. We're here on Fandom and hungry. Anna. And that sent Isabelle's plans on a wholly different course, which involved dropping everything and fetching Flick from the Academy (on horseback, how else?) so they could take a portal to Fandom.
And now they were making their way to Jeff, God of Biscuits because that seemed like the likeliest place to find their kid -- kids. A least, if Anna's insistence on them buying her bagels last time around had been anything to go by.
"By the Angel, I wonder who the other one is."
That was not the first time she'd said that o the trek from Idris to here.
[ooc: Izzy's here for the fiancée and the brats, but post is open for your pastry needs!]