ISLA
"And a pleasure to meet you as well. You can call me Isla," the medic says with no small amount of enthusiasm, clasping Ophelia's hand before turning her attention to the metal table and the ingredients spread upon it. Grinning at their idea, Isla nods her approval and shrugs her shoulders. "Well," she says, "When you're mixing glow stones, sap and herbs, a bucket is a pretty good idea actually."
Even so, she excuses herself for a moment and returns with a pestle and mortar, and a large wooden bowl. "Here," she says, offering Ophelia the former. "We can use this to grind up the herbs, and then mix it with the sap and the stones in the bowl. What do you think?"
Even so, she excuses herself for a moment and returns with a pestle and mortar, and a large wooden bowl. "Here," she says, offering Ophelia the former. "We can use this to grind up the herbs, and then mix it with the sap and the stones in the bowl. What do you think?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
