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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]

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E-eh? A castle of sorts or cave of some sort would be more appropriate? Isabel frowned. That seemed absolutely preposterous. Unless it'd be a particularly bad storm of some sort? Back home in the monarchy, most storms tended to be on the milder side. Rain was a huge problem at times, though. She looked to Gracie and then back to the blade. She had already asked her to help her with this, and it'd seem rude to order her around again.

Still...if the sword was right then it'd be rather bad for her to ignore them, wouldn't it? Gracie wouldn't mind...of course she wouldn't. Isabel walked over to Gracie, pulling lightly on her sleeve to get her attention and shook her head.

[color=ed145b]"Bad storm."[/color] She managed to speak. [color=ed145b]"Camp...won't be enough. Keep moving."[/color] This was likely making her come off as more than a little odd.