Isla
"That's right, you were Governor here once," Isla muses softly, her arm loosely threaded through Sunjata's as they head into the Hanged Man. It's her first time here, so she's got no idea what renovations have actually taken place, but the vibe is one she can definitely get behind. In a billowing white sundress that clings in all the right places and her fair hair loose down her back, she thinks this is the first time she's been out since long, long before the war.
In fact, the last time was probably on a date with an alchemist, making star maps under the open sky.
Isla has just gotten a chance to swallow down that memory when a parade of ghosts come for the two of them, her pebble blue eyes growing wide as she spies a few very familiar faces indeed. Now that she's got blood in her veins it can absolutely drain from her face, and she glances up at Sunjata with a pleading smile. "Want to get a drink?" Or ten?
In fact, the last time was probably on a date with an alchemist, making star maps under the open sky.
Isla has just gotten a chance to swallow down that memory when a parade of ghosts come for the two of them, her pebble blue eyes growing wide as she spies a few very familiar faces indeed. Now that she's got blood in her veins it can absolutely drain from her face, and she glances up at Sunjata with a pleading smile. "Want to get a drink?" Or ten?
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
