Angel Square, Alicante, Idris, Saturday
For the first time in a while, Isabelle had spent almost the entirety of her week in New York. She and Jace had been investigating a suspected shapeshifter incident for several days. Nothing had come out of it, ultimately, but she found she didn't mind. It had made her feel close to Jace. They hadn't been seeing each other enough, lately, and she hadn't noticed how much she'd missed him before they'd been nigh inseparable for a couple of days.
It had been just what she'd needed.
But it was Saturday, and Isabelle had portaled back to Idris and back to Alicante. She'd gone by the house to leave her things (and to send Flick a fire message - nothing but a semicolon-and-parenthesis winky face on a piece of parchment, because sometimes nothing else said I'm home or even just I'm thinking of you better than that), and had then left again, to walk the cobbled streets of the city.
She'd been doing that all day. Or for several hours, anyway, just walking around, taking in the way spring was creeping into Alicante though it wasn't quite there yet. And by the afternoon, she found herself sitting in Angel Square. Just... watching people. Watching her people. Idris-born Shadowhunters and visitors from Institutes around the world alike. Her gaze was idle, but she was watching with a purpose. Trying to catch how many glimpsed at the statue of Raziel in the middle of the plaza as they passed through.
And she wondered how many of them spotted her, and recognized her, and knew that once, by a lake in New York state, she'd seen Raziel in person.
[ooc: NFB, but open to that dude who lives in this country!]
It had been just what she'd needed.
But it was Saturday, and Isabelle had portaled back to Idris and back to Alicante. She'd gone by the house to leave her things (and to send Flick a fire message - nothing but a semicolon-and-parenthesis winky face on a piece of parchment, because sometimes nothing else said I'm home or even just I'm thinking of you better than that), and had then left again, to walk the cobbled streets of the city.
She'd been doing that all day. Or for several hours, anyway, just walking around, taking in the way spring was creeping into Alicante though it wasn't quite there yet. And by the afternoon, she found herself sitting in Angel Square. Just... watching people. Watching her people. Idris-born Shadowhunters and visitors from Institutes around the world alike. Her gaze was idle, but she was watching with a purpose. Trying to catch how many glimpsed at the statue of Raziel in the middle of the plaza as they passed through.
And she wondered how many of them spotted her, and recognized her, and knew that once, by a lake in New York state, she'd seen Raziel in person.
[ooc: NFB, but open to that dude who lives in this country!]