Belvia.
Belvia had been chatting away over texts with Isis all night and now she was slumped in her rocking chair, looking like a miserable daffodil.
She had layed awake in bed, watching as the night turned to dewy dawn.
The sunset is merely a prelude to the dawn, yet its majesty fills my mind with the most beautiful of dreams. As my eyes try to drift to rest I am one with the stars, my skin cooled by the breeze, and when I awake the sky will be radiant with the first kiss of the new day.
She was worried about all that would transpire where Isis has gone to. But she wouldn't have had it any other way. Isis deserved to know everything. Although she would have liked to be the one who would tell her all of the things that she needed to know.
