we're always running scared but holding knives
Still trying to decide this way or that on her selection, it's with a furrowed brow that Isla hears a voice from over her shoulder, and she glances around - and up - to spot a fellow Ancient. "You think so?" She sighs, tilting her head and glancing back to her reflection. "I was wondering whether it might be too much. Torchline doesn't have much cause to celebrate, these days." But then again, gods, perhaps that's just a reason to arrange a party.
Regardless, she realises she's in the way of the mirror and steps aside, gesturing for him to go ahead with her tail flicking gently at her heels. "You don't see many people buying coats," she remarks of his own garment. "Are you just passing through?" It's an assumption to be sure - but then again, if anyone in Torchline would relish the extra heat, it would be an Ancient.
Regardless, she realises she's in the way of the mirror and steps aside, gesturing for him to go ahead with her tail flicking gently at her heels. "You don't see many people buying coats," she remarks of his own garment. "Are you just passing through?" It's an assumption to be sure - but then again, if anyone in Torchline would relish the extra heat, it would be an Ancient.
Isla
