[center][color=7ea7d8][h1][i]Izzy[/i][/h1] 
[i][url=https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/covers/images/001/108/390/large/puppet-wj-3.jpg?1440231098]~the Lost at Sea.[/url][/i][/color][/center]

The Flame never cried. Ever.

But she was not the unequalled Flame right now was she? Nay and again nay, for she was but Izzy now. [color=7ea7d8][i]I am merely Izzy... the lost at sea... I am merely Izzy... the lost at sea...[/i][/color]

The Flame never cried and the Flame should go down with her ship. And did she go down with The Enchanting, her very own ship? Nay and again nay, for she was but Izzy now. [color=7ea7d8][i]I am merely Izzy... the lost at sea...[/i][/color]

At first she had just thrown up her hands and just laughed at her predicament, but here she was now, standing alone, tears falling from her eyes and trying to come to grips with who she was. Was she just a drunkard lost in self-pity and wallowing in Doubt and Despair, or just a fraud exposed for what she was; a legend's forgery, or was she just a woman washed anew in a stranger's vast and open land?

Finally she spoke aloud into the Lantern-lit air, [color=7ea7d8] "I am merely Izzy... the lost at sea--"[/color]

The words and tears choked up in her throat when she saw it slip out from behind the cover of the wheat rows. The Lantern that seemingly breathed and sighed with her every blubbering and sob paused its flickering light show at that very same moment; Isabellia saw a golden angel float towards her from beyond the parted zealot wheat. 

When she wiped away the bitter and salted water from her eyes, the angel had reformed into a goggled woman in full labourer gear, yet still bearing a smile. Yet even more than that smile there was compassion; compassion of a golden angel.

[color=7ea7d8]"The angellic North it be then..." [/color]said Izzy in a sort of hushed, yet drunken, awe,[color=7ea7d8] "and I be alright should ya makes it alright, Ms. North."[/color]

Izzy sauntered over to the hunched over woman, that ponderously graceful gait still persisted even though the redhead was still drunk. A hand she reached out, and, if given the opportunity, Izzy would grasp the other woman's hand in both hers and gently caress her own cheek with said hand. [color=7ea7d8]"And no where to go but up, angellic North for I am merely Izzy, the  lost at sea..."[/color]

The offer to accompany Ms. North back to the safety and comfort of Ms. North's home nearly drew tears once more, but something inside Izzy had already steeled her against such 'womanly responses.' Instead she just smiled and nodded. The laugh however did not seem to lift Izzy's spirits. Instead, Ms. North's laugh caused Izzy to frown.

[color=7ea7d8]"'Tis not a time for contentment, I say, kind lady, for there are others here with me; those washed ashore, cast away from the refugee ship; the Legend's Forgery,"[/color] before she spoke the name of the ship, the redhead took pause and gave a dry, bitter swallow,[color=7ea7d8] "and in great danger are they. Monsters exist, kind lady, and they have giant teeth and heal their own broken bones. The urchin with the goat tried to warn us... but alas, we were too loud and it attacked."[/color]

Steely-blue eyes were red-rimmed as a result of both shedding tears and drunkeness, but the glazed over look seemed to vacate when she spoke next. [color=0072bc]"And left them to die, did I... aye, dearie. Left them right there did I, because I cannot care anymore... I am merely Izzy, the still lost afterall..."[/color]

The redhead shook her head and smacked both her cheeks suddenly, [color=7ea7d8]"...Ughs! 'Don't know what's come over me... should we then see if they are alright, angellic North...? D'ye reckon there would be more monstrosities?" [/color]