we're always running scared but holding knives
"At least it wasn't hit too badly by the Starfall," Isla murmurs conversationally, frowning over her shoulder at the open windows and fluttering curtains, where the purple hue of the sky can just about be seen on the horizon. "Not like here. Torchline is not looking its best, I regret to say. Still, probably preferable to Halo, right?" That region had been hit as well, by the meteor strike, but it's a lot less friendly to their kind. (Weather wise anyway, Isla is sure the people are perfectly friendly).
"Oh, I'm glad you like it." She smiles, gazing down into her cup. "Is it strange, coming back to everything?" she asks suddenly, a curious furrow to her brow. "I remember it took me a few seasons to get used to it, after being an Ascended for so long. Even things like the sun on my skin, or the taste of good wine, they all seemed like the best first thing." It's funny now in retrospect, but gods, it had been a transition.
"Oh, I'm glad you like it." She smiles, gazing down into her cup. "Is it strange, coming back to everything?" she asks suddenly, a curious furrow to her brow. "I remember it took me a few seasons to get used to it, after being an Ascended for so long. Even things like the sun on my skin, or the taste of good wine, they all seemed like the best first thing." It's funny now in retrospect, but gods, it had been a transition.
Isla
