[i]"Any technology, no matter how advanced, is magic to those who don't understand it."[/i]

They were, Isabelle reflected, good words to live by. Particularly as she stared up at the Zaldarian vista before her. Those colours that threatened to stretch off to infinity. The dark luminescent pools that promised so much wonder, if one were just brave enough to plumb their depths and find out. This hidden mystery, unknown to anyone in her family or TC space, one that she'd never expected to find, but couldn't wait to explore. The warmth, the strength, the comfort - it wrapped around her with promises of safety and care.

[i]Is this ... is this what love feels like?[/i]

Oh, and there were a bunch of caverns to look at too I guess.

Isabelle was definitely feeling overwhelmed. There is, after all, only so much that a mind - even one like Isabelle's - can take before it overflows with input and reverts to a flow-state. Holding on through this sensory deluge, until a calm will allow her to regroup and figure out her next moves.

Apart from a shocked squawk as Solarel shredded a very expensive boot. And a more stunned 'meep' as she was swept up, Isabelle doesn't stop staring at Solarel.

The more rational parts of her head - those Isabelles walking around in there with clipboards and glasses and all her very important [i]lists[/i] - keep pointing out that she [i]can't[/i] be in love, that she doesn't [i]know[/i] this Zaldarian. That her mother would never approve of this. That Zaldarians and TC nobility did not mix like that.

Their voices are not very loud though as they too are caught up in the watching, curious as to where this magical ride will take her.

And one tiny, younger, Isabelle lurks around the edges of the crowd to stare on with stars in her eyes, a princess hat on her head and a ruffled pink gown ...

[Isabelle is Smitten with Solarel.]