[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]


Izzy wavered a bit as she turned to bid Ms. North a fond farewell,[color=7ea7d8] "To your child then angellic Ms. North. Thankee sooooo very much for yer kindness and offers, Ms. Lady. Thanks one thousand fold, aye and again aye."[/color]

The tall redhead reached over to grasp the woman's hand, but North shrank away and just waved in return.

[color=7ea7d8]"Fare'ee well and save them I will...! Y'knows--"[/color]

Izzy arm was pulled as she was ushered elsewhere. The short guard had quite the powerful grip. And 'ushering' along was too kind a word. 'Dragging along' was more accurate. But the rough stuff Izzy did not mind, for this guard seemed interested in getting to know Izzy more. [color=7ea7d8]"Aye, me name 'tis tragic, but 'tis true. But as I said before, love, Izzy the lost at sea is now found here with yo-- Wait. Your name be '[i]Gale[/i].' O' the '[i]Storm[/i].' Why, what a name! Parents both betrothed you such a moniker then, aye? Well, woud'ja just blow some thunder my way then-- 

[sub]why hulllllloooooo there..."[/sub][/color]

Her jaw held open but no more words escaped her as steely-blue eyes slowly swept around the blue-lit platform. There were so many women here. And all of them in tight, form fitting leather. Sooooo many of them. Moving about. Legs running. Bosoms bouncing. Hips swaying. And all in leather.

[color=7ea7d8]"Nay, love.. I... I-I be from not Biter nor Toucho-- UH! Pyre nor Echo. Born upon the rollicking sea was this lass. But if I must say a town, then I be from [i]Mo'tawabni[/i] and if I must-- Alright. Why then... Why so many women here...?! And why so tight is the leather?! Make me just wanna' reach out n'-- [i]OOOFF...!"[/i][/color]

Izzy found herself with helmet and in one of these... skiffs? She absent-mindedly put the helmet upon her head as she listened to Gale and got into position.[color=7ea7d8] "Soooooo... let me get this straight... you want Ms. Izzy to: [i]spread her legs, wrap her arms round your waist, and move me hips in rhythm with yours...?[/i] Uh-huh."[/color]

The drunken redhead fanned herself with one hand, [color=7ea7d8] "So. This be me WindRider training? Sold. I will take up yer offer and train like this as much as ya wants, aye. And if we have to have extra-curricular private lessons with less leather and more leaning then-- wahhhhhhhhoooooooooo[i]OOOOOOO!!!"[/i] [/color]

The shock of the dead drop turned into elation as they rocketed onward towards the shore. The thrum of the engines was new to Izzy and thusly, rather unsettling to her, but the exhilaration of flight soon conquered her unease. It truly was just Izzy playing fool with her flirting, but the moment changed when she saw the figures illumated in the distance. There was a true urgency now. Izzy felt the fire rekindled from within. The voices of Doubt and Despair seemed like such an eternity away now.

She felt alive. She felt sexy. She felt passion.

She felt 'found.'

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[color=7ea7d8]"Aye. See them, do I, Ms. Gale."[/color] in any other circumstance, Izzy would be jumping up and down, beside herself in wonder at the sight of the griffin. But she was not merely Izzy right now. Nay and again nay, for she was something more. Much, much more. [color=7ea7d8]"But those are not the Hollows. I do not know those children, but there seems to be many of the shipwrecked missing. But there! That's--"[/color]

A long pale finger pointed at those upon the shore and she faltered. Isabellia realized that she did not know any of their names. A head shake she gave and continued on anyways, [color=7ea7d8]"The be-spectacled one be '[i]Bruiser[/i]'; a fighter he must be to get such marks upon his face yet a poet he be with pen n' journal no less. The long-armed, short-legger be '[i]Mumbles[/i]' n' he be quite a ferocious brute, but with few words. The womanly one be [i]'Miss Pretty Bits'[/i] and she... well, now then, not t'make ye jelly in the belly, love, but she be me [i]ex-[/i]girlfriend and oooooohhhhh... but crazy jealous does not even half descibe how she reacts to mine own tidings--"[/color]

Isabellia shut her mouth and reacted, lightning quick, hooking Gale's arm, preventing the woman from launching her spear. Little did she realize that the Kith were the children; [i]she actually thought that 'Kith' was their word for 'Griffin.'[/i] 

[color=7ea7d8]"OI!!! MS. GALE!! Kill the Kith then, not the babes!! Ya gone barmy, have ya?! Those are but children! Stand down! [i]They be but children, I say!!"[/i][/color]

From the corner of her eye, she saw the violet light of the other Scythes light up another portion of the beach. And there she saw them. And not just one.

[color=7ea7d8]"Hollows!"[/color] still wrestling to disarm Gale, the tall redhead turned her head and yelled at the top of her lungs:  [color=7ea7d8][i]"Mates on the shore, 'tis I, Ms. Isabellia!! Away from whence ya came, for more monstrosities arrive! Worry not! We will kill the griffins and rescue ye lot!!"[/i][/color]