Isla
"And even today is not tomorrow," Isla continues for Hotaru, her smile a touch softer as she sips again at her tea. "Someone should really embroider that onto a pillow. It feels like the sort of platitude people ought to have in their homes." Chuckling and settling a little further into her seat, she offers a gentle nod of agreement at knowing the Valkyrie beyond today's meeting. Isla would quite like that, too.
"If it helps, I find that sticking one's feet in the wrong places makes for some great stories, as well as wisdom," she adds, her lips curling in a smile that's a little more sly than before - but it's nothing compared to Hotaru's grin. "Her target?" Her laughter is a bright thing, Isla understanding exactly where the other woman is coming from; Flora could sell water to the Mer if she needed to, she's sure.
Enjoying a sandwich of her own (and gods, she still isn't over being able to taste again, and the malt bread and soft cheese filling is divine), her eyebrows raise curiously. "What kind of Academy?" she asks after swallowing a bite. "And strangely, a fair amount by now. Most of the parts I haven't explored are beneath the ocean now, I think."
"If it helps, I find that sticking one's feet in the wrong places makes for some great stories, as well as wisdom," she adds, her lips curling in a smile that's a little more sly than before - but it's nothing compared to Hotaru's grin. "Her target?" Her laughter is a bright thing, Isla understanding exactly where the other woman is coming from; Flora could sell water to the Mer if she needed to, she's sure.
Enjoying a sandwich of her own (and gods, she still isn't over being able to taste again, and the malt bread and soft cheese filling is divine), her eyebrows raise curiously. "What kind of Academy?" she asks after swallowing a bite. "And strangely, a fair amount by now. Most of the parts I haven't explored are beneath the ocean now, I think."
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
