10-23-2018, 06:36 PM
Since she was born, she had resided in this clan. She had been raised here, where all her relatives were. There was never any thought of leaving, though she was indeed intrigued by the chatter about other clans, but it was simply just a child's curiosity. She would never leave her loved ones behind. Despite her mothers being absent, she still wanted to stick around, not wanting to lose the few she had left. She feared being left behind, alone and on her own. Even if there were other people around, there was still the loneliness looming over her shoulders, a longing for a familiar face.
She wasn't one to sit still. Self-control should have made it's start on her, but alas, she seemed to have inherited her brother's brashness. She knew not how to hold herself back, or her comments and complaints. It was only natural that she looked up to her sibling. Even though he probably wasn't the best role model, he had been the one to help her along after their parents' deaths, so she couldn't help holding him in such a high standard. Despite all the warnings, she still found herself outside, running and tumbling as she saw fit. It didn't take much to keep her entertained, after all.
Though, as her eye caught sight of the pair, Isabelle changed course and eagerly trotted over to them. She didn't know what they were doing, but even so, she still found herself butting in. "Hi, Clem! Sorry, can I call you Clem?" she corrects herself, not wanting to call her something she didn't want to be called. "I'm Isabelle, by the way! But if you want, you can call me Belle." a nickname for a nickname.
Then the kitten would turn her head, observing Harland with a curious eye. She quickly noticed the timid way he held himself but didn't give it much mind--all she really registered is that she had never caught his name before. "What's your name?"
"speech"
She wasn't one to sit still. Self-control should have made it's start on her, but alas, she seemed to have inherited her brother's brashness. She knew not how to hold herself back, or her comments and complaints. It was only natural that she looked up to her sibling. Even though he probably wasn't the best role model, he had been the one to help her along after their parents' deaths, so she couldn't help holding him in such a high standard. Despite all the warnings, she still found herself outside, running and tumbling as she saw fit. It didn't take much to keep her entertained, after all.
Though, as her eye caught sight of the pair, Isabelle changed course and eagerly trotted over to them. She didn't know what they were doing, but even so, she still found herself butting in. "Hi, Clem! Sorry, can I call you Clem?" she corrects herself, not wanting to call her something she didn't want to be called. "I'm Isabelle, by the way! But if you want, you can call me Belle." a nickname for a nickname.
Then the kitten would turn her head, observing Harland with a curious eye. She quickly noticed the timid way he held himself but didn't give it much mind--all she really registered is that she had never caught his name before. "What's your name?"
"speech"