Isla
Isla listens and nods as Sunjata explains, furrowing her brow and drumming her fingers along the top of the table. And as he continues she nearly reaches out to grab the whiskey from him, but for no other reason than to snatch a drink of it herself. Of course, it wouldn't do anything, but it might make them feel better. "I believe you," she says softly instead, "and I understand. As a dragon I suppose you couldn't do anything to communicate with him anyway."
Curling a lock of hair through her finger, she softly shakes her head. "I'm sorry things happened the way they did. I just... I suppose at this point we've got to get used to the idea that, pretty soon, we'll be..." Isla mimics an explosion with her hands. "At least most people will be safe in your haven."
Curling a lock of hair through her finger, she softly shakes her head. "I'm sorry things happened the way they did. I just... I suppose at this point we've got to get used to the idea that, pretty soon, we'll be..." Isla mimics an explosion with her hands. "At least most people will be safe in your haven."
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
