ISLA
Letting her pebble blues flit over to where a wiry if not otherwise perfect blend of Ronin and Remi Taliesin does, in fact, seem to be chatting it up with another pretty young woman, Isla can't help the way her expression softens and a smile warms her pale cheeks. "He's doing well for himself, then?" she assumes - hopes, really. "And you aren't wrong - that is why he's named after me. It's a long story, though." And definitely one for another day, her tone suggests.
Dragging her gaze away from Mateo to snag another drink from one of those serving them, Isla will be thoroughly glad of this in just a second, because the tea Flora has to spill about Sunjata is piping hot, apparently. "He what," she manages, though honestly at this point she's not sure about what part. Is it? Is that Torchline for you? she wants to ask, but settles on a breathless laugh and a long, long drink.
"And you invited them all," she says, and whether Flora is deserving of it or not, Isla suddenly finds her a touch intimidating.
Dragging her gaze away from Mateo to snag another drink from one of those serving them, Isla will be thoroughly glad of this in just a second, because the tea Flora has to spill about Sunjata is piping hot, apparently. "He what," she manages, though honestly at this point she's not sure about what part. Is it? Is that Torchline for you? she wants to ask, but settles on a breathless laugh and a long, long drink.
"And you invited them all," she says, and whether Flora is deserving of it or not, Isla suddenly finds her a touch intimidating.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
