we're always running scared but holding knives
"They really are. Previously there were portals, believe it or not, but that all went away when the Voice did." Even for Isla, normally careful not to overwhelm, some things were far too ingrained in her own personal history to be fully aware of them. Upgrades, portals and the other innovations from the Voice are all such things, alas. But there's a coat to try on, and she helps him into it as any noble lady might, stepping back to admire the cut and fit.
"You know," she says, "I think it suits you very well. I was unsure, given how tall you are, but it almost seems made for you." Smiling sunnily now, she glances to the racks and points out a selection of dark shirts he might also want to pair with it.
"Between you and me," she says, "if you're headed for the Grounds, you might want to consider Stormbreak before you set sail." Nodding up and up and up, the floating city is just visible through the clouds today. "The shopping district is second to none. I'm Isla, by the way. It's nice to meet you."
"You know," she says, "I think it suits you very well. I was unsure, given how tall you are, but it almost seems made for you." Smiling sunnily now, she glances to the racks and points out a selection of dark shirts he might also want to pair with it.
"Between you and me," she says, "if you're headed for the Grounds, you might want to consider Stormbreak before you set sail." Nodding up and up and up, the floating city is just visible through the clouds today. "The shopping district is second to none. I'm Isla, by the way. It's nice to meet you."
Isla
