Isla
Pebble blues snap up at the sound of a commotion nearby, and despite herself, Isla's fingers are tipped with scalpel sharp talons even as she straightens from the vase. But it isn't some Ascended-hunter come to collect her head (and there had been a few of those in the immediate aftermath of the war, so it's not as strange an assumption as one might think) - no, it's... a cowboy? And a couple of unicorns.
Absently smoothing out her shirt (the claws recede back into the pads of her fingertips with the gesture), Isla offers a listless sort of smile to the stranger, shaking her head. "It's alright," she says. "I was just passing through. I didn't realise the unicorns came out this close to Mourn, though..."
Even as she speaks her gaze moves to the mare, and her smile becomes more genuine, if not a great deal more sad. "She's beautiful," she remarks of the creature.
Absently smoothing out her shirt (the claws recede back into the pads of her fingertips with the gesture), Isla offers a listless sort of smile to the stranger, shaking her head. "It's alright," she says. "I was just passing through. I didn't realise the unicorns came out this close to Mourn, though..."
Even as she speaks her gaze moves to the mare, and her smile becomes more genuine, if not a great deal more sad. "She's beautiful," she remarks of the creature.
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
