Waiting For Rain IC: Spring Slowly Comes

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"Yes ... Let's go." Isabelle said, fiddling with the pile of items in her hands until she managed to extract the truck keys. She gave the prince one last quick thanks, before heading to the front door to grab a jacket.

The one she ended up choosing was almost a coat; long sleeved, long tailed and a rusty, leafy red, it seemed to complement her green dress well. More importantly, it had pockets, and she spent a few moments storing everything she'd been up to then carrying in her hands.

Ready? No, not really. Isabelle thought, in answer to Jon's question. In truth, there was a great deal of uncertainty boiling inside her, and she longed for the chance to discuss it privately with her friends.

Instead of answering, she turned to Vorel. "Your car or ours?" She said, nodding towards the battered old truck.