Isla
Everest might not understand expressions all that well, but he's at least hit the mark with this one, because it's with a chiming laugh that Isla nods to him. "That's a very good point," she concedes, glancing back as he ascends the steps with her. "And that's alright. It isn't a typical subject of conversation, I'll grant you that much. But I'm glad if I could help." Then again, Ever isn't all that typical a man.
"Well, who am I to stop you from this sort of learning opportunity?" Smiling, Isla heads along the street once they've cleared the steps, able to see the swinging sign of her clinic up ahead. "It is," she agrees softly, of sky sailing at night. "It was lovely when we flew to the Greatwood. It was in Mateo's schooner as well, actually."
"Well, who am I to stop you from this sort of learning opportunity?" Smiling, Isla heads along the street once they've cleared the steps, able to see the swinging sign of her clinic up ahead. "It is," she agrees softly, of sky sailing at night. "It was lovely when we flew to the Greatwood. It was in Mateo's schooner as well, actually."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
