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

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Isabella sighed silently to herself as Gracie took care of everything. She was always glad she could rely on the other woman, ever since she was a kid she had been there for her once her parents quickly realized she was about socially adept as a potato. In fact, a potato could probably hold a conversation better than she could. Now that everyone was moving though, she should probably get back on her horse and get to moving too. She walked back over to the steed, Turnip. Why was he named turnip? Well, he was white like the bottom part of a turnip!

...yes, the princess realized that was a silly name but it was a cute name for a cute horse.

She stood at the horses side, looked down at the blade and then back up at the horse.

Now how'd she get on with the sword? From the looks of things they already buried the knight and the sheathe with it. Woops~

Isabel frowned, furrowing her brow. Okay, she just...should get creative here. She considered asking Gracie, but she had already imposed on her maid too much in the span of the last few seconds so she should do this herself! She could do it! She was princess, and therefore she was naturally skilled at problem solving!

As long as said problem solving didn't involve talking to people verbally, of course.

Luckily, there was a space behind the saddle where she kept a few supplies. Now, it'd be easy enough to tie it down and continue on their travels, wouldn't it? She could talk with the sword later.