ISLA
"Absolutely not too early," Isla agrees, because all of these drinks are going down far too easily, and she's still far too much of a lightweight for them not to have an effect on her. "I'll come here at about noon, and if no one is around you'll find me sunbathing on the sand outside," she decides. Even sober she thinks she'd have approved of that plan, and so it becomes cemented in her mind then and there.
Enzo drops from Flora's lips with all the weight of a spell, and Isla finds a painful sort of smile spreading across her face to hear that Remi had called down Mort himself to say goodbye, because of course he had. "I'm glad you were able to have that last moment with him," she says. "I'm trying to do something similar, I guess. Just trying to be more like Cal was. It's difficult, though. I think I'm more like that straight arrow Merfolk you talked about. Cal was funny, silly, laid back. He made being alive easy."
Shrugging, Isla shuts the lid on that box quickly, raising her glass to Flora instead. "To Enzo," she toasts.
Enzo drops from Flora's lips with all the weight of a spell, and Isla finds a painful sort of smile spreading across her face to hear that Remi had called down Mort himself to say goodbye, because of course he had. "I'm glad you were able to have that last moment with him," she says. "I'm trying to do something similar, I guess. Just trying to be more like Cal was. It's difficult, though. I think I'm more like that straight arrow Merfolk you talked about. Cal was funny, silly, laid back. He made being alive easy."
Shrugging, Isla shuts the lid on that box quickly, raising her glass to Flora instead. "To Enzo," she toasts.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
