we're always running scared but holding knives
Isla doesn't realise how scarce the paint is getting until she reaches down for more and finds her can almost empty. "Alright," she says, nodding to Darkeye and moving to one of the blank areas, kneeling down on the cobbles. The paint she has left is a turquoise blue in colour, and she tilts her head as she considers what to put there.
With careful strokes, she eventually settles on an elegant picture of an eye, as if indicative of the Voice keeping watch over all of the Ascended who live in the Hollowed Grounds. She has no idea whether it's true, but it makes her feel a bit better at least. Hopefully it provides the same for anyone walking by.
"There," she says, straightening up. "I think that's all for me."
With careful strokes, she eventually settles on an elegant picture of an eye, as if indicative of the Voice keeping watch over all of the Ascended who live in the Hollowed Grounds. She has no idea whether it's true, but it makes her feel a bit better at least. Hopefully it provides the same for anyone walking by.
"There," she says, straightening up. "I think that's all for me."
Isla
