2019-07-21 - I Just Want To Come Home
A message from Alexander telling her to stay at the farm a little longer puts Isolde in a bad mood.
IC Date: 2019-07-21
OOC Date: 2019-05-19
Location: Gray Harbor/Rivers Lavender Farm
Related Scenes: 2019-07-21 - Rectifying the Situation
Plot: None
Scene Number: 788
While Isolde’s intellect level was about average, she knew that her means of vocally communicating made it seem like maybe she wasn’t so smart. Like something was wrong with her. And there were things wrong with her. But she wasn’t stupid, and she wasn’t weak. She could fully take care of herself. Otherwise, how’d she survive so long on her own? Living on the streets and in halfway houses was dangerous. So she was highly upset when Alexander told her she needed to stay at the Farm longer.
Isolde liked the Farm. She liked working in the fields and having ample space to try and practice a few glittery things, but she wanted to go home. She wanted to spend time with Luigi and do things with Alexander. Sure, she had a bed here at the bunkhouse and the people were friendly enough, but it just wasn’t the same.
She was currently sitting outside, near the large twin oak tree, taking a break from work and staring very hard at her phone. At the text message from Alexander. She kept typing things and then erasing them. Trying to figure out how to properly express herself and what she wanted to say. How this sequestering made her feel.
This isn’t fair Alexander. You can’t
I am not a child. I can take care of myself if you-
Why don’t you trust me?
Isolde stared at her latest rendition of the message. That seemed like a good possibility. Then there was a sigh and she erased it. Because she knew that wasn’t true. Alexander had to trust her at least a little bit. Then she hit the undo button to bring the question back and add to it.
(TXT to Alexander) Isolde: Why don’t you trust me to take care of myself? I have been on my own for a long time. I am not dead yet. It isn’t fair for you to keep treating me like a child. Or like I’m too fragile to handle anything. I just want to come home. I am going to be at the house on Monday after the meeting to see Luigi. It would be nice if you were there too. I am going back to work now. Be safe. Don’t die.
Isolde studied her finished product and nodded, sending it off. She was much more articulate via written word than when it came to speaking. She took a drink from her water bottle and then stood up. The phone gets pocketed and she heads back out towards the spot she’d been working on in the field. Harvesting lavender was a great way to take out your frustrations.
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