"We have to take a boat to my home island. It is about a week's worth of sailing to get there from here. There's the boat we are taking," Isabelle heard Seboro say after a moment, and turned her head. In front of them loomed a ship, resting peacefully in the water. At the top, on the deck, sat a cat/dog looking creature who was staring intently at Rajah. The look didn't go unnoticed by Isabelle, and she narrowed her eyes, turning to Seboro to ask what human the creature belonged to, but never got the chance for the animal spoke before she did. "Heya, Seb. You got them? I am pleased to meet you both. Seb and Milena have been so sad since their daughter died, I am glad they found someone who can fill the empty niche." He belonged to Seboro, and obviously had something against Rajah, she didn't know what, but whatever it was, he wasn't hiding it very well.
"Yeah. Dito." She shrugged. "I'm Isabelle Striker, and this is Rajah." Her hand, which had been placed on Rajah's back a second before, slid up and twined itself in his silver mane as she'd done in the orphanage when she was nervous. It was something she always did when suspicious, afraid, or worried. It helped her keep her face passive so only Rajah could know what she was feeling. Now was one of those times.
Isabelle glanced slightly towards the water as she followed Seboro and his creature around the deck. They were going to be spending time on a boat. A boat. Water, darkness, boats, and fire were her greatest fears, for they constantly tormented her in her dreams. Either she was trapped alone and helpless in a dark place, drowning, choking on smoke from a fire, or involved in a deadly boat accident. Sometimes more than one at a time. Then there was the kidnapping part that was in every single dream. She'd never actually seen herself kidnapped, and if she had she couldn't remember, but she always woke up with the feeling of being held captive, and the scarred face of a bald-headed man burned on the backs of her eyelids.
So basically, being on the ship was a triple hitter. Isabelle was floating on water that she couldn't swim in, on a boat that could be subject to accidents, and with complete strangers. Her grip on Rajah's mane tightened slightly, panicking slightly, though keeping a cool face on for everyone else.
"This is where you will be staying, if it is all right with you," Seboro's voice pulled Isabelle from her internal panic and she looked up at him, taking a second to comprehend what he'd said. Oh. Of course. Her room. He pushed the door open and revealed to her a large luxurious room. Well maybe not large or luxurious to most people, but to a girl who'd been sleeping on a cheap wire bed, in a room with forty-seven other children- it might as well have been a palace. She smiled at Seboro, unable to think of anything but sleep after having seen the bed. Maybe if she slept, her nerves would calm down and she'd be herself again. Rude and sarcastic. Being afraid was so unlike her and she didn't enjoy it. "Thanks so much." She grinned and moved into the room taking the door in her hand and glancing at the man who she had no choice but to trust now, then down at his creature, staring intently at Rajah. "It's too much, really, but I'm not complaining." She shrugged and Rajah pulled away from her hand to circle the room, inspecting it. "I think I'm gonna sleep now though. Long day. Never thought I'd get out of that dump." She smirked. "Wake me if you need me." And with that, she closed the door softly.
Isabelle ignored the fact that it was probably rude to close the door in Seboro's face. She had every right to want to get to sleep right away anyway. She was so exhausted, she didn't even want to eat. Her nightmare from earlier had taken away a lot of her rest, and the events of the day had only added to that. She glanced at Rajah, who was already laying on the cusion provided for him. He looked comfortable, so she decided to leave him alone and slipped into some pajamas before closing the curtains of the windows and slipping into the large bed under the covers, falling asleep in an instant.
It didn't take long for the dreams to start. This one started out similar to the one she'd had earlier, but after the hand had clasped down over her mouth, it didn't stop. Instead, it shifted dramatically and Isabelle was shown a a little clip of a boat blowing to pieces, then one of smoke reaching towards the sky, then it shifted to an image of a black-bearded man hugging a little red-haired girl tightly before pulling back and boarding a ship, a beautiful woman's ruby colored hair gleaming in the sun as she waited on the beach for her husbands boat to return, and so on. The images came fast and blurred, flying across her mind so rapidly, she could hardly keep track of them, until the dream finally shifted and the last image that hit her was the image of herself as a little girl, curled up in Rajah's fur on a beach. She rolled over, and a hand slapped down over her mouth hard.
And then Isabelle woke screaming, sitting bolt-upright in bed. The dream lingered on her mind for a moment until she slowly regained her surroundings and her panic seeped away. Rajah stood next to the bed, looking up at her with glowing aqua eyes. "Isabelle? Isabelle, are you awake? You've been screaming like that for at least five minutes." His voice was soft and concerned.
"No. I had another nightmare Rajah." She patted the bed next to her and he climbed up in with her. He was much larger, nearly twice the size of her little body, taking up almost all of the bed, but she didn't mind. She buried herself in his soft belly fur and closed her eyes. "Much better." She whispered with a yawn.
And this time when she slept, she didn't dream at all.
OOC: I know you like to see Rajah's view, but I can't type his today. SUPER sorry. Isabelle's alone took me forever because I kept getting stuck, and I'm too tired to type anymore. I will post for him tomorrow though, promise.