we're always running scared but holding knives
"Oh - thank you," Isla says, her smile perhaps making her gorgeous eyes sparkle a little bit more. "So you you." She might have thought they were a little bit familiar if she looked close enough, but luckily Darkeye was there to ensure they had plenty to do. And it seems as though he and Flora already know each other, so Isla listens to his story with an expression that grows perhaps a bit sad to hear about Bastien.
"I knew him well," she murmurs, grabbing up a paint bucket and leaning down to select a few smaller rocks to decorate. "I think he would have really enjoyed this. Hopefully, wherever he is with the Voice now, he's happy about what we're doing here."
For her part, Isla chooses some vines and leaves, perhaps to go with Flora's flowers, placing them along the pathway from the forge.
"I knew him well," she murmurs, grabbing up a paint bucket and leaning down to select a few smaller rocks to decorate. "I think he would have really enjoyed this. Hopefully, wherever he is with the Voice now, he's happy about what we're doing here."
For her part, Isla chooses some vines and leaves, perhaps to go with Flora's flowers, placing them along the pathway from the forge.
Isla
