Dreaming is believing [Open]

Isadora had been through much since she`d be young but she`d yet to really speak to many in camp. Perhaps it was her shyness that lead people to believe that she did not exist. Finally she`d made the choice to actually leave the minors cabin for more than a moment. She made her way towards the stables where the horses were kept. It was quite most of the time though some people had lessons for the flying horses that had been brought to camp. Isadora was slightly scared of flying but she also feared many things so the much needed break would come to a ease of mind with her. The dark skinned female moved to sneak into the stables, it was close to curfew and she probably shouldn't have been out at this time but there was something about people that scared her. The memories of her past came rushing into her thoughts and well she projected them accordingly her eyes filling to the brim with tears, what was it about her that made people hate her?

Isa was a gentle and compassionate soul, she`d never hurt a fly but people treated her as though she was the worst creation on the planet. Sure her mother was the goddess Ate who controlled a lot of ruins towards the male population but she wasnt her mother. No one could ever tell Isadora that she was her mothers daughter, in fact they couldnt even tell her that she was her fathers daughter because she was neither nor. Isadora was her own person and an extremely different one at that. She sighed softly and moved to close the door to the stable sitting her back against it as she wept softly. There was nothing more that she wanted than to be left alone for the rest of the night but her desire would never come true. The sounds of approaching feet brought her back to reality as she took a deep breath and wiped at her tear stained cheeks, perhaps it was someone that she could relate to.