Isolde rose early while the dawn was still pink and pearly grey. She couldn't resist. She picked up her cell phone and pressed the contact for Malachai. She let it ring five times and then felt extremely foolish. Hitting the red bar to disconnect, she shrugged and pocketed her iPhone. The birds outside her window were calling the welcome to the sun so she put on jogging clothes and headed out for a run to the harbor and back.