Starter. ~Always Wanderlust~

Weary feet sank happily into soft, sandy crystals. She could feel her body relax under gentle skies where clouds had hidden a warm sun. Isolde strolled aimlessly along the beach near her castle. She needed the walk. Being queen was a consuming and lonely life. She was needed always in the village and in the kingdom. And it seemed that she never had time for personal friends, except at a festival or celebration of sorts. She stopped, closed her eyes, and breathed in the fresh ocean air. Truly it was her life support. The rhythmic crashing of the waves and squealing of gulls overhead soothed her spirit. She willed her mind to rest.

Suddenly, it came to her why she was so anxious and unsettled. It had been a few years since she had ventured away from her homeland. Truly, she had ignored the wanderlust which had so often captured her. Lowering herself to the sand, the young queen pulled her legs to her chest and wondered. Maybe she had not allowed the spirit realm to speak to her. Had she not heard the ‘sendings’ of those ones in the otherworld ? It was true that she hadn’t visited the woods, or fields or forests since the turn of the seasons.

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A perfectly round milky moon hung brilliant in a black night. Isolde quickly sat up brushing the sand from her hair and hugging herself, stood. The beach was warm, but Isolde wished for her cloak. Quickly, she began to walk back toward Dunlace. It wouldn’t be until the next morning that she would remember …..