we're always running scared but holding knives
He's in luck - today, it's the exact sort of thing worth hearing, and Isla feels her shoulders relax and a smile touch to her lips. "When you put it that way, there's really no reason not to," she admits with a chuckle. "Thank you." Carefully folding the dress over her arm, Isla commits to indulging in the purchase. Perhaps she'll even make up an occasion to wear it in the next couple of days.
As for his own story, her eyebrows raise to hear that he's an old-new-arrival from the Climb, and her smile grows further. "Welcome back," she says. "It must have been a bit of a shock, all this." She nods out to Haulani, half afloat in the sky, and the veins of purple marring the horizon where Starfall lurks out in the waves.
"Why don't you try it on?" she suggests of the coat, putting her selection down and holding out her hands as if to offer to help him into it.
As for his own story, her eyebrows raise to hear that he's an old-new-arrival from the Climb, and her smile grows further. "Welcome back," she says. "It must have been a bit of a shock, all this." She nods out to Haulani, half afloat in the sky, and the veins of purple marring the horizon where Starfall lurks out in the waves.
"Why don't you try it on?" she suggests of the coat, putting her selection down and holding out her hands as if to offer to help him into it.
Isla
