Room 406, late at night
Nov. 4th, 2006 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izzyalienqueenAfter last night's fight with Max, Isabel hadn't been in the mood to talk to anyone. The day's power outage made it easy to hide in her room, alternately attempting to work on school work or staring at the ceiling.
Eventually it got dark and she gave up and went to bed, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.
She tossed restlessly as the dream came into focus. She didn’t recognize the decidedly alien corridors but that didn’t stop her from striding down the hall quickly. Anger, barely contained bubbling under her skin. How dare they ignore her? Claim that she doesn’t understand the true situation. She knew. She was out there, in the streets, talking to the people. But that didn’t matter to Zan and Rath. Focused solely on winning on the battlefield, they refused to see they were quietly losing the war in the streets of the capital.
Vilandra stopped as the corridor ended at a small balcony over looking a secluded palace garden. Something had to change. She was going to have to do something to make them realize what she was capable of.
Isabel sat up and gasped, blinking as she focused on the familiar surroundings of her room. In moments, the residual anger faded and was replaced with an unsettled feeling. Reaching down, she scooped Annie out of her basket and cuddled her close as she lay back down. Within minutes Isabel drifted back into an uneasy sleep.
[ooc: Just establishly, no interaction possible as I'm going to bed very soon.]
Eventually it got dark and she gave up and went to bed, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.
She tossed restlessly as the dream came into focus. She didn’t recognize the decidedly alien corridors but that didn’t stop her from striding down the hall quickly. Anger, barely contained bubbling under her skin. How dare they ignore her? Claim that she doesn’t understand the true situation. She knew. She was out there, in the streets, talking to the people. But that didn’t matter to Zan and Rath. Focused solely on winning on the battlefield, they refused to see they were quietly losing the war in the streets of the capital.
Vilandra stopped as the corridor ended at a small balcony over looking a secluded palace garden. Something had to change. She was going to have to do something to make them realize what she was capable of.
Isabel sat up and gasped, blinking as she focused on the familiar surroundings of her room. In moments, the residual anger faded and was replaced with an unsettled feeling. Reaching down, she scooped Annie out of her basket and cuddled her close as she lay back down. Within minutes Isabel drifted back into an uneasy sleep.
[ooc: Just establishly, no interaction possible as I'm going to bed very soon.]
