Isla
Isla, on the other hand, has been to the Brittlebone Bridge before, and knows it can hold more than just her own weight. (It's also decent for sitting upon and throwing sandwiches from, if that's your thing). Memories also pervade this particular landmark, though, and so it's of no real surprise that she meanders across the planks at a pace best described as a dawdle, a pack slung over her shoulders, her skirts carelessly knotted to keep them above her knees whilst travelling the jungle.
Movement ahead has her glancing up instinctively, surprised to see another person walking in the opposite direction, and she slows her steps automatically to allow him to pass. Having never met the Sentinel face to face (and knowing absolutely nothing for his hatred of her former race), Isla offers a polite smile of greeting as she waits. More fool her.
Movement ahead has her glancing up instinctively, surprised to see another person walking in the opposite direction, and she slows her steps automatically to allow him to pass. Having never met the Sentinel face to face (and knowing absolutely nothing for his hatred of her former race), Isla offers a polite smile of greeting as she waits. More fool her.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
