we're always running scared but holding knives
"Oh, I just meant because you're so demure and honest. No one could ever believe you would lie about using a ghostly appendage to... I don't know. Pinch someone you didn't like?" Raising her eyebrows as if she can sell herself her own story, Isla brushes the sand from her skirts and begins to pad away across the shore, leaving soft prints in her wake. Remi's next comment has her flashing a fanged grin over her shoulder at him, appreciating his company far too much to have a problem with the repeated affirmations of their friendship.
"You were a fantastic alchemist," she agrees readily. "You still are, I have no doubt. But I know what you mean." Already she's clambering into the rowboat, taking up one of the oars and tilting her head at the mighty kraken. "No," she tells him mildly. "I am going to ask you to get into a row boat, and to help me row it." Plonking herself down, Isla gives him an expectant smile.
"You were a fantastic alchemist," she agrees readily. "You still are, I have no doubt. But I know what you mean." Already she's clambering into the rowboat, taking up one of the oars and tilting her head at the mighty kraken. "No," she tells him mildly. "I am going to ask you to get into a row boat, and to help me row it." Plonking herself down, Isla gives him an expectant smile.
Isla
