Remember the first, was what she'd been told, too young to forget, too old to honestly remember. Remember the first, Isolde, and never let the second bind you
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Rollo found her first, padding through the garden with his great head low. He'd never been a huge fan of Isolde's, truth be told, but the closer she came to giving birth, the more protective of her he became. He trotted up to her and licked her hand.
"My love," called Ian, following him through the trees. "Th' day finds ye well?"
It cracked, creaking and she's afraid it will break as she opened the lid, lifting it up, pulling it, sliding her dirty nails under the lid as she nodded, brushing the dog slightly away.
"It finds me as it finds me," she said, wrinkling her face pensively. "I cannae believe I'd nearly forgotten, I shouldn't have, I couldn't have.'
It smelled right, like strawberry and hay and old sage, just as she remembered, and everything came back in a wave as she dug around to dig the rest of it out.
"My chest, my things," her heart was in the box, she'd said once, when she was young and foolish. "It's come back."
Marian saw Isolde sitting on the ground with a chest before her and shuddered slightly, remembering the chest she had received. "Is it a surprise of the Island?" she asked quietly, not wanting to intrude, but her curiosity winning out.
Carefully, she moved her hands over the wood, having no knowledge over how long it had been there, had been left there or how long it'd been forgotten and she looked up at Marian and nodded.
"Tis, my second on, only this one is better," Isolde explained, pushing the dirt away from the bottom of the chest, unearthing the object. "So much better."
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"My love," called Ian, following him through the trees. "Th' day finds ye well?"
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"It finds me as it finds me," she said, wrinkling her face pensively. "I cannae believe I'd nearly forgotten, I shouldn't have, I couldn't have.'
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He looked warily at the box in her hands.
"What d'ye have there, lass?"
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"My chest, my things," her heart was in the box, she'd said once, when she was young and foolish. "It's come back."
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"Tis, my second on, only this one is better," Isolde explained, pushing the dirt away from the bottom of the chest, unearthing the object. "So much better."
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Back when she believed that the horses on the outside of the box were going to come alive and save her.
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