<strong>Name:</strong>Isolde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Orphanage in Grust -- Journey Time!<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Not Applicable<br/><br/><br/><strong>“Isolde… Isolde,”</strong>A young woman mumbled incoherently attempting to protest the older woman whose voice softly and warmly pulled her from the world of dreams. Isolde sluggishly pulled her head up from the desktop where she had been doing some paperwork for the orphanage before drifting off into a rather comforting sleep. With the continent in such a state of disarray, the world of her dreams was always a tranquil escape. Leaving her thoughts behind for the time being, she decided to inquire about why the orphanage mother had come to visit the young girl. It was not often that the older woman had the time to come and casually speak with Isolde. The children were far more important than Isolde who had grown and now worked for the orphanage.<br/><br/><br/><strong>“I am sorry, Madame. Did you require me for something,”</strong>Isolde regarded the older woman who stood before her. The orphanage mother was taken aback by her sudden approach but quickly, she had a bright smile across her face. The older woman extended her arms using her palms to cup Isolde’s face. It had felt like only a few years ago that she had picked Isolde up from the streets with her hair in knots and her clothes but mere dirty, torn rags. She had certainly grown up to be a beautiful young woman.<strong> “You were always good at sensing these things. I have come to you because I require you to head to a neighboring city to pick up a special package,”</strong>the orphanage mother tucked a few loose, ravenous strands behind the young girl’s ear and quickly withdrew her arms to lay limply by her side. While Isolde had been familiar with such requests for years now, the young girl had returned from a journey only last week. Though, she did not have much room to refuse the orphanage mother because she had done so much for Isolde throughout her life.<strong>“I would be more than happy,”</strong>she lied while pushing herself up from the chair. Isolde smiled brightly, so the orphanage mother would not worry about her well-being. She was more than happy to put on a show if it would please the woman who had taken her in during her time of need. After a few moments of awkward silence, the young girl began to retreat for the door. She would need to pack a few things for her journey. It was a customary task which the orphanage mother was aware.<strong> “Thank you,”</strong>the orphanage mother watched silently as the young girl made her way towards the exit of the room. Isolde only turned to look back for a moment and during this time, the orphanage mother bowed slightly towards the young girl in appreciation of her sacrifices, despite the obvious exhaustion that was beginning to hit her from the routine of these journeys.<br/><br/><br/>----<br/><br/><br/>Having gathered the necessary items upon her bed, Isolde began to place them gently into a nearby sack which had been worn from previous travel. The sack had served Isolde well, despite the fact that it was merely a cloth sack used for packaging cooking materials. The orphanage did not have the money to waste on such frivolous things which could be easily created with everyday materials. Finally alone, the young woman wanted to do nothing more but let out an exasperated sigh pondering why this responsibility always fell upon her feeble shoulders; however, Isolde did not have the precious time to waste on such negative thoughts. The sooner that she finished this journey to retrieve the package in question – The sooner that Isolde could return to the orphanage to play with the children and to help with the chores, such as cooking dinner. The young woman always loved helping to prepare dinner. She did not understand the reasoning; however, the act of cooking had always helped make the young woman feel at ease.<br/><br/><br/>While she was lost in her thoughts, the young girl almost had almost not noticed that she had finished packing everything into the sack. She looked over everything once more to confirm that everything had been placed into the sack, as well as to make sure that everything was tidy. While this was an impromptu tasking, she did not want to appear like a mess if she were to encounter any strangers.<strong> “It looks like I am ready to go,”</strong>Isolde announced to no one in particular while weaving a thin piece of rope through the openings in the material of the sack. Once finished, she tied a knot between the two ends of the rope and draped the makeshift bag over her shoulders. While the young woman had desired to say goodbye to children, Isolde knew how heartbroken she would be the moment one of them began pouting. Not to mention, the young woman wanted to return to the orphanage swiftly! They probably would not even notice that she had been gone.<br/><br/><br/>Isolde took rapid strides through the orphanage hallways. The young woman was so familiar with the establishment that she probably could have walked through the hallways with closed eyes and made her way safely to the entrance. Once stepping outside, she halted momentarily allowing the wind to flow through her hair and taking a deep breath. She loved the smell which radiated from the outdoors. It was so rejuvenating. After a few relaxing moments, the woman continued on without looking back. While it might have seemed that she was unprepared to others, the young girl knew that the package would have been from the same city that it always was. The orphanage mother was like your everyday morning routine, easily predictable but always necessary.<br/>