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much," Isabelle replied.
Chapter Twelve
Isabelle buried her head further under the pile of blankets. The morning sun was already much too bright and her stomach felt as uneasy as it had the day before and she hadn't even stood up yet. She vaguely recalled Faolan saying something to her about needing to see Kylin before he left earlier but that had been hours before.
The bed shifted beside her and Isabelle opened her eyes just enough to see Caden's blonde tousle of hair splayed against the dark sheets. She didn't remember him coming into the room but judging from how comfortable he looked, he had probably been there for a few hours at least.
“Caden?” she whispered.
There was a grumble and then some moving of the blankets but he reminded under the covers. She nudged him a little but he still didn't wake. With a soft sigh she gave up and closed her eyes, hoping to fall back asleep.
As she laid in bed though a strong wave of nausea hit her, churning her stomach and blurring her eyes. She pulled her legs up tightly against her chest and whimpered. Tea might have helped, she knew, but this late in the morning the tea would have grown cold and that was not appealing to her in the least. Feeling stifled and hot, she sat up in bed and tossed the covers off. Thankfully Caden was still asleep, even as she took a few deep breaths and willed herself to stand up. She thought some fresh air might do her some good. It had been a long time since she had been outside in the sun and even longer since she had felt the grass beneath her feet. But since Thadius had insisted that she not leave the mountain without Faolan and he seemed to be nowhere around she decided to settle for stepping out onto the balcony. She had seen Faolan do it plenty of times and it never seemed to bother him so she reasoned that it must be safe enough. With one last glance at Caden to make sure he was still asleep, she stepped carefully into the open air and let the warm sun wash over her.
The air was still and calm, not at all what she had expected from being so high up. All around her she could only see large red and brown colored mountains. There was a sickly sweet smell in the air, something she had never experienced before. Feeling brave, she took a few more hesitant steps into the open air.
Isabelle cautiously moved closer to the edge. But although the warm stone seemed solid under her feet, she still felt her nerves go on edge and the fine hairs of her neck stand on end as she chanced a quick glance over the side of the cliff and saw only the blurry bottom of the canyon thousands of feet below her. It must have been madness that led her out here in the warm midday sun.
That was really the only explanation she could come up with for her foolishness. She slowly turned to go back inside, back to the safety that awaited her there, when a large gust of wind sprang up from the side. Stumbling from the force of the sudden blast, she quickly crouched down just as another harsh gust of wind threatened to sweep her from the relative safety of the ledge to what would surely be her death thousands of feet below. She could almost hear the soft thud her body would make on those jagged rocks as she huddled against the wind. Isabelle began to make a few tentative movements toward the wide opening she shared with Faolan but each small step became harder and harder to take as the wind steadily grew stronger and began to bash against her from all sides.
Hot tears began forming on her eyelashes, threatening to spill over at any moment, but she held them back. She had surely been through worse and survived that. So why did it seem such a challenge to walk the few yards back inside? Mustering her courage she took another step toward the opening. The wind pummeled her and each gust threatened to send her hurling over the edge but she continued walking slowly forward.
There was a soft thud behind her, causing her to turn. At the sight of
Chapter Twelve
Isabelle buried her head further under the pile of blankets. The morning sun was already much too bright and her stomach felt as uneasy as it had the day before and she hadn't even stood up yet. She vaguely recalled Faolan saying something to her about needing to see Kylin before he left earlier but that had been hours before.
The bed shifted beside her and Isabelle opened her eyes just enough to see Caden's blonde tousle of hair splayed against the dark sheets. She didn't remember him coming into the room but judging from how comfortable he looked, he had probably been there for a few hours at least.
“Caden?” she whispered.
There was a grumble and then some moving of the blankets but he reminded under the covers. She nudged him a little but he still didn't wake. With a soft sigh she gave up and closed her eyes, hoping to fall back asleep.
As she laid in bed though a strong wave of nausea hit her, churning her stomach and blurring her eyes. She pulled her legs up tightly against her chest and whimpered. Tea might have helped, she knew, but this late in the morning the tea would have grown cold and that was not appealing to her in the least. Feeling stifled and hot, she sat up in bed and tossed the covers off. Thankfully Caden was still asleep, even as she took a few deep breaths and willed herself to stand up. She thought some fresh air might do her some good. It had been a long time since she had been outside in the sun and even longer since she had felt the grass beneath her feet. But since Thadius had insisted that she not leave the mountain without Faolan and he seemed to be nowhere around she decided to settle for stepping out onto the balcony. She had seen Faolan do it plenty of times and it never seemed to bother him so she reasoned that it must be safe enough. With one last glance at Caden to make sure he was still asleep, she stepped carefully into the open air and let the warm sun wash over her.
The air was still and calm, not at all what she had expected from being so high up. All around her she could only see large red and brown colored mountains. There was a sickly sweet smell in the air, something she had never experienced before. Feeling brave, she took a few more hesitant steps into the open air.
Isabelle cautiously moved closer to the edge. But although the warm stone seemed solid under her feet, she still felt her nerves go on edge and the fine hairs of her neck stand on end as she chanced a quick glance over the side of the cliff and saw only the blurry bottom of the canyon thousands of feet below her. It must have been madness that led her out here in the warm midday sun.
That was really the only explanation she could come up with for her foolishness. She slowly turned to go back inside, back to the safety that awaited her there, when a large gust of wind sprang up from the side. Stumbling from the force of the sudden blast, she quickly crouched down just as another harsh gust of wind threatened to sweep her from the relative safety of the ledge to what would surely be her death thousands of feet below. She could almost hear the soft thud her body would make on those jagged rocks as she huddled against the wind. Isabelle began to make a few tentative movements toward the wide opening she shared with Faolan but each small step became harder and harder to take as the wind steadily grew stronger and began to bash against her from all sides.
Hot tears began forming on her eyelashes, threatening to spill over at any moment, but she held them back. She had surely been through worse and survived that. So why did it seem such a challenge to walk the few yards back inside? Mustering her courage she took another step toward the opening. The wind pummeled her and each gust threatened to send her hurling over the edge but she continued walking slowly forward.
There was a soft thud behind her, causing her to turn. At the sight of
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