dance with her ghost

Sitting up slowly and leaning back on her hands, Isla offers Maea a gentle nod. "Just so," she murmurs. "It would mean hunting more frequently, I imagine, but if the prey is smaller and the result is that you never feel that urgent sort of hunger..." It's not Isla's preferred way to be, but that was the entire point, wasn't it? Everyone was different and what was good for Isla may not necessarily be good for Maea. "Either way, if you ever need a hunting partner, you know where to find me. I don't make too much of a habit of visiting the Hollowed Grounds these days - too many memories. But I can make an exception to come and see a friend." Smiling sunnily to her fellow Ancient, Isla slowly rolls to her feet, having abandoned the afternoon nap. "Would you like to come and collect those herbs with me?" ISLA