She had a good reason to be here. It wasn’t a fluke or a reason to see Bjorn and she hopes Solomon doesn’t see it that way. Her loyalty was not like her child’s. She was the prime master of holding herself together and she would continue to do so until the end of time. No matter what troubles came her way next, she would rise. Pain pierces her heart like she was being stabbed. She should never remember Isabel in this way. Her precious daughter was so many more things. Her heart had been huge. Way too big for her own body to handle. Isabel had been so beautiful and very sweet. She really didn’t deserve what fate had done to her. The small frame for Sigmund bumps into her as he races by. ”Don’t go too far! Stay close to me please.” Ysabel calls to her silver haired grandson as he races further into the Inlet. She thought about leaving him behind with his father, but he had a right to see this place.

The Inlet has been in her family for many many years and it was Bjorn who continued to take that away from her. Apart of him had even taken Isabel away so it was very difficult to see the blossoming herd he had here. It would be difficult to see his son ascend to the throne when he dies. Did he even know what he did to Isabel? This was a bad idea…Sigmund should have been left at home. She didn’t want anyone else to know about Sigmund, but it wasn’t fair to him. She wouldn’t allow Bjorn, or anyone, to confuse him right now, but he could at least have the opportunity to know he existed. Knowing Solomon’s rein kept the Inlet friendly she walks into the Inlet without worry of capture or harm. She allows Sigmund to run ahead, but only so far. Her eyes squint as she sees the figures up ahead.

Shock electrocutes her system as the figures appear closer. Siobhan…with Bjorn? She spies the bay dun filly laughing and running away from Bjorn. He doesn’t chase and instead draws closer to her chestnut friend. She couldn’t help but think that bay dun filly looked quite a bit like Sigmund. Had they reconciled? No, the last she saw of her friend that mare had been so distraught. Nyimara was wrecking her life and Bjorn’s heart was still pinning for the witch. This can’t be. If she was a captive again…Ysabel would save her. Just as she had the last time with Ailill. ”Siobhan?” She says her name in a questioning manner as she gets within talking distance. Haskuldr should have come along, but he refuses to be here. He refuses to see his father. Ysabel calls Sigmund closer and the colt listens fairly well. He presses against her side even though his eyes were fully fixated on the filly.

Ysabel’s eyes narrow as her attention turns to Bjorn, but she still speaks to her friend. ”Are you here of your own free will my friend?” The answer to this question will guide the rest of this conversation. What was planned to be a serious talk between old lovers could now become violent.