Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

After last night's festivities and working today, Isabel was ready for a quiet night in. She made herself a hot chocolate, minus the whipped cream because she was still semi-traumatized, then settled in to write a few more essays.

The door was open.

[OOC: Okay to say Ronan came by, conversation itself is NFB. Anyone else stopping by would be prior to Ronan.]

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[not_in_the_book]

Ronan held the mug between both hands, inhaling the calming steam of the chamomile tea. Finally, after a long silence, he took a sip and then spoke. "Not long after I ended up sideways, I met a girl named Michaela. She was beautiful, but that wasn't the first thing I noticed; it was her energy, the way she moved, each step a dance. She helped me out when I got there, helped me find shelter, food... and before long, she fell in love with me."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's not surprising," Isabel said. "I think you'd be an easy person to love."

Her hot chocolate was finished so she set the mug aside and drew her knees up, resting her chin on top of them. "What happened that you wound up sideways? Why did you have to go home in the first place?"

[not_in_the_book]

It took a moment again for Ronan to find his words. "There was a minor crisis," he said, finally. "Someone -- we didn't know who -- was fiddling with one of the four treasures, the chalice. Since I'd wielded one in the last Battle of Moytura, Annie asked me if I wanted to help track it down. So I jumped home, thinking it was just for the weekend."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"But it wasn't going to be that simple." It was a statement of fact more then a question. There were questions she wanted to ask, about what Ronan meant by the last battle and what that meant, but Isabel figured now wasn't the time. "What went wrong?"