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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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[color=ed145b]"Just a...blade?"[/color] Isabella frowned at Valiant's response. That felt awfully impersonal, plus he talked and had seemed person like to her, even if she was the only one who could hear him.[color=ed145b] "It's a pleasure to meet you Valiant."[/color] She smiled softly at the armament, still holding it against her body as she walked through the lonely hallway. [color=ed145b]"And thank you for your help."[/color] She could at least tell him that much. Without his aid her companions would have had a rough time of it, especially if that storm was as bad as he said it was.

[color=ed145b]"Erm...so how do you know so-"[/color] Before she could question Valiant further, the sound of someone singing caught her ears, the smell of lavender gracing her nostrils as she continued walking. She had heard some talented minstrels, bards, and singers in her time as a princess - and she'd have to say whoever was singing certainly knew what they were doing.

[color=ed145b]"...?"[/color] She tilted her head to the side as she observed the guard standing in front of a door that was slightly ajar. A young woman with a ponytail and a broken nose. It looked like it hurt - she questioned the idea of possibly healing it with her magic but quickly decided against it. She couldn't stand out too much here, and there was no telling if they'd react the same as her family or not. Instead, she focused on the singing - she couldn't understand all of it, which was mildly concerning. She liked to thing she could speak very well considering her education.

Hmm...

What should she do here? She wanted to know more about the singing but she didn't feel like she should interrupt.