Nodding her understanding but unable to quite shrug off the mantle of guilt and grief, Isla instead commits to distractions, and as the winking lights of the House of Midnight appear in the distance, they'll become all the more necessary. [say]"History of Caido,"[/say] she repeats in a drawl, peering across at the titles and raising her eyebrows at him. [say]"I didn't know you were such a nerd, Sunjata."[/say]
Her smile comes easier now, especially as the subject rolls on to his more draconic instincts, and she can't help but feel amused. [say]"Is that why I keep finding things shoved under the bed?"[/say] she wonders; clothes, deer antlers, books, knick-knacks - she's seen it all. [say]"I just thought you liked to hide your clutter - turns out you're sleeping on top of your hoard."[/say]
Leaning against him a little more readily as they walk, she peers up at the rooftop of the House where the loft is. [say]"Maybe we can extend and build you a little watch tower,"[/say] she suggests. [say]"For extra storage, and for spying."[/say]
Her smile comes easier now, especially as the subject rolls on to his more draconic instincts, and she can't help but feel amused. [say]"Is that why I keep finding things shoved under the bed?"[/say] she wonders; clothes, deer antlers, books, knick-knacks - she's seen it all. [say]"I just thought you liked to hide your clutter - turns out you're sleeping on top of your hoard."[/say]
Leaning against him a little more readily as they walk, she peers up at the rooftop of the House where the loft is. [say]"Maybe we can extend and build you a little watch tower,"[/say] she suggests. [say]"For extra storage, and for spying."[/say]
