A year and a day.

[westroslucrezia]

When Cersei had first arrived on the island she had not paid much attention to the calendar. No, that wasn't fair - she still did not pay much attention to it. There were weeks and months she did not understand, and did not care to. They were not hers and so did not matter. But she had felt the passage of time all the same, felt it sitting in her

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[ab_executioner]

Relief did not do justice to how Anita felt being an adult again. Some would consider her strange for not having taken advantage of youth again to do something crazy, but then that had never been her to begin with so she couldn't see herself wanting to now whatever the reason.

She had tried to run, but was more out of shape than she would care to admit so she was walking along the beach when she noticed Cersei. She raised her hand in greeting as she walked over to the other woman.

[westroslucrezia]

The familiar and friendly face was a comfort, it had to be said, and Cersei's worried expression relaxed into a smile as she saw her friend. It was easier to forget the island in such company, to grasp something of what she had been without homesickness following.

"Anita," she called and waved. "How goes the day?"

[ab_executioner]

She smiled back. "It would go better if I weren't so out of shape. It's sort of decided that I have to start exercising everyday. "How are things with you." She glanced around because it was hard not to appreciate the view from this area.

[westroslucrezia]

Cersei laughed a little, lightly. "This place can lull you into a sense of complacency, can't it?" In more ways than one. She frowned a little at the question, but then shook it off with a carefree answer. "Terribly dull, as usual. You would think a magical island would be more interesting, for goodness sake."

[thefairone]

Day after day, Isolde came back to the sea. It was where she'd arrived from and where she felt the need to go back to, for even though part of her no longer believed it to be true, something inside her said that her home was on the otherside, far and away. Truth didn't matter, in the end, every thing became a story, and so she walked along, barefeet in wet sand.

"Afternoon," she greeted quietly to the woman on the rock, nodding her head slightly as she spoke, not wanting to disturb her, but not wanting to offend her by saying nothing at all. Years of courtesy had taught her better, even if they all fell away here.

[westroslucrezia]

Cersei knew the woman only vaguely, for she was the one who had helped her with her ankle when the business with the dinosaurs erupted. A polite woman, much politer than much of the island's population, at the very least. She was clearly startled at being spoken to, and her expression was cool and guarded, but she nodded politely. "Yes, afternoon," she murmured distantly before her gaze returned to the sea.

[thefairone]

This woman reminded her of someone, and it caused Isolde to stop, reaching past the fraction of a recollection of the prior encounter to whom she actually remembered. It was the way she was looking at things, her posture, it all came together and struck her in a particular way.

In a moment, it hit her. This woman reminded her of her mother, long dead and long feared. "Pardon for the intrusion, but were you were a queen, lady? A keeper of someone's house? Tis a foolish question I know, but please, could ye honour me with an answer?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

[westroslucrezia]

The question should not have been such wonderful salve. It had been some time since she had been recognized as queen, as was her rightful place. She wanted to laugh at the hag who thought she could haunt the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. See, you cannot so easily destroy me.

Cersei's smile was cool and controlled. "I was - am - a queen, yes," she answered. "Of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Why do you ask?" She arched a brow, the flattery (whether it had been meant as such or not), returning her to her normal self for the time being.