Isidor Briar Durant

This all happened so fast.

Snow one day, faulty PINpoints the next. At first she was content for them all to carry on as normal. Wait it out. But the snow kept coming, and suppliers kept running out of what they were shopping for. She doesn't remember if it was seeing one too many arguments out on the streets frightening Runa, or the queues going outside the doors of the small medical facilities around the place. If Viatorus was to survive this, she needed to do something. Something big.

So she took over.

Since then she hasn't had much of a chance to stop, to breathe. Harrowheart vanished at some point to look for his family, but she hadn't really gotten a chance to talk to him. And they have so much to talk about.

When she catches his eye on the main floor, she nods her head towards the back door. Where she can grab a coffee from the back kitchen and, when Harrowheart follows her, head upstairs. The small room she's been staying in has a double bed and four single makeshift beds. It's easier this way. To keep people safe, and warm. She leans against the windowsill and sips at the hot coffee while she waits for Harrowheart to appear.

After a small back and forth, Isidor had arranged to meet with Adia (and, she assumed, Caspar) to finally look at a building or two for the research centre. Considering how much more beneficial it was than the thought of Viatorus going anywhere near Micolash again, she had been putting a lot more energy into the project lately. With most of the groundwork started, now is the perfect time to make a few significant decisions.

She waits for Adia and Caspar outside her favourite contender for the research centre. The building is large, a modern architecture of smooth pale stone and glass in geometric shapes that makes it look like a series of boxes carefully assembled together. The only curve is in the front where the main entrance and foyer can easily be seen in the panel of glass that runs up the front of the building, curving outwards.

Isidor is in full battle gear businesswear. Her hair is tied tightly into a ponytail; her makeup is perfect; her heels are high and polished; and her grey dress and black jacket are immaculate. She's waiting outside the building when they arrive, sorting out emails on her phone until she spots them.

She straightens and smiles, tucking her phone away into her bag. "Good morning."

Warning: This piece has some heavy topics involved so if you're not feeling up to it feel free to give this a pass.


( I live in the silence... no longer. )