Here, sitting by herself writing in a prettily-bound notebook, is a twelve-year-old. Must have skipped a couple grades.
"So you found your things, then?"
"Everything except the horn and the cornucopia! Oh, and I'm not sure what will have happened to my berry plant; it was in my window but that whole tower's collapsed. I'm going to look for it; if I can find it and it's growing, it's a good idea to replenish my healing cordial in case something happens."
"The cornucopia I can guess, but what did the horn do?"
"Summoned help. Sort of idiosyncratically. I got it pretty late in my reign and never used it myself, but occasionally someone else would have it and blow on it, and someone - not someone in particular, but someone who was in a position to help them - would hear and know where to go."
"If they found your things, but left everything here except food and 'help'... I don't think I like the sound of that."
"I don't think the cornucopia and the horn were in the storeroom or on my person at the time I disappeared, so it's not quite that concerning."
"That's good, then. Shall we go search under your old tower?"
And, lighted staff leading the way, Isabella climbs around and rummages through ruins, until she is pretty sure that:
"The plant is either dead or relocated. But there's more of the cordial than it looks like - it'll be good for dozens, if not hundreds, of healings, and if we need that many before Christmas I'll be surprised. Although not floored, because we're here now for some reason."
"Where do we go from here, then? Gather a few bags of apples and head towards the mainland?"
"I think there were a couple leather packs in the storeroom. You should see it anyway, Art, even what was left behind was amazing."
"They'll be kind of worn out, but they're better than nothing, albeit I'm keeping my Earth backpack in the absence of my old bag. There does remain the question of how to get to the mainland when you two can't swim. I can walk there, I have shoes that will let me walk on air, but I can't take you with me. I could walk there and see if there are any boats, but if there's no boats and no creatures willing to give you a ride... I suppose I could attach the magic shoes to an arrow and shoot them back for your use? It's not that great a distance, I think I could make the shot with the good bow even with shoes throwing off the balance."
"I guess we do a circuit of the coastline? If someone lives on the island, they're probably near the water."
"We've already been most of the way around it, but we can go the rest of the way, if you two aren't tired, since my scepter does light."
"That would be fine with me. Or we could wait until morning. Or try a raft."
"We'd be easier to find at night, with the light bobbing around."
"Good point. Sound like a plan to you?"
Isabella strides out, bejeweled and cloaked and even-striding and crowned Queen.
But there does not seem to be anybody living on the shore of the island, even though Isabella tries (dubiously) talking to two gulls, one tree, and the stream they found itself ("in case there's a river god").
"I guess we try the raft next, then? In the morning."
At least the night is warm.
"What's a good way to test shooting the shoes across the strait? Anything else we can hang from them?"
She gets some old linens and bundles them into a roughly shoe-sized configuration, and goes out of the ruins to find a clear way to try shooting it, but before she's loosed her burdened arrow, there may be seen a pair of men in armor, in a small boat, coming up the river and holding a struggling bundle.
"What's that they have in their boat?"
She grazes one of the soldiers' helmets; they drop their bundle in the water in a panic and wade away, abandoning their boat.
Isabella rushes forward to try to rescue the bundle.
Suzy's right behind her.
Arthur's not as fast off the mark, because he's watching where the soldiers flee.