[bodyswitch.omgwtfbbqness.] for the girls. whatever that means.

[thefairone]

There is something quite odd about waking up and finding your husband, the father of your child no less, as a woman. Now, mind, that Ian made a very pretty woman, if Isolde said so herself, which she did, but really, it was not exactly something she’d expected or was really that keen on him keeping.

This was just the sort of thing the gods would do to make a point, a very loud and rude, and clearly obvious point, but a point nonetheless. She did not like it, and she wasn’t much one for it. So, she was doing as any woman in her position would do, she’d kissed him (her? Oh gods, this was confusing), goodbye and gone in search of those who could relate. Or at the very least, would be all for the thinking that this one, was not one that needed to be repeated.

Having stopped by the kitchens, for some food, any sort of food to get rid of the sick feeling and the hunger that always seemed to follow her these days, Isolde wandered down the path and sat near the small waterfall. If nothing else, all of this would soothe her, for at least long enough for her to suppose what it all meant, and where her horse had was.

Besides it was quite nice in the quiet shade.