Isla
"No more quests for a while, yeah?" Isla says with a small smile, unaware of course that she'll soon be roped in for the search for the Prince. Varus turns to begin walking and Isla sneaks back beneath his arm, slipping her own around his waist so they can stroll together. "Well, I was going to start with some perfunctory talk about the weather, but if you insist I suppose we can dive right in," she says, sneaking her hand into his coat pocket.
"I don't blame you for getting yourself out of there," she continues after a few moments, in case he harbours some guilt about it. "Something with that kind of power in such an enclosed space..." Wrinkling her nose, Isla shakes her head. "You were right not to stay. Not everyone is like Wessex, and they can't teleport around."
"I don't blame you for getting yourself out of there," she continues after a few moments, in case he harbours some guilt about it. "Something with that kind of power in such an enclosed space..." Wrinkling her nose, Isla shakes her head. "You were right not to stay. Not everyone is like Wessex, and they can't teleport around."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
