As soon as she spoke,the world twisted again and Isla braced herself for the impact.
She stumbled forward,her feet landing softly on a puddle of wet mud just outside of Ishara little house. She could recognize the house now. Isla was grateful that she was no longer landing on her butt anymore. The air smelt so much better than the last time she had been here. The last time it had smelt soggy and foul but now it smells sweet like wild jasmine and fresh rain. The sun was already setting casting a hue of soft gold and deep rose over the earth.
She heard laughter coming from the other side of the house and she walked over to the source of the laughter. There sitting on two small wooden stools outside the house were Zorian and Ishara.
Ishara rested between Zorian legs on the small stool. His hands were wrapped around her waist, a picture that looked so sweet that it made Isla's throat tighten painfully.
