Isla
With no Attuned bond to warn her of Hotaru's approach and her focus fully on disposing of the cloud spiderwebs, Isla is oblivious to the other woman's presence until her velvet voice purrs through the air. The doorway is clear enough now to pass through, at least, much to the workers' delight, and it's with whiskers twitching that she turns her gaze up and finds the effortlessly gorgeous form of the Valkyrie. How blessedly awkward.
Luckily, Isla's resilience and inner peace have recently taken a turn for the better, and so even as she shifts back, leaving her in a momentary crouch, there's little more than soft confusion in her expression. Maybe even a ghost of amusement. "I've no doubt that your pickup lines are good, but something tells me I'm very much not the person you're looking for," she says, rising to her feet and brushing a few stray webs from her skirts.
"But I appreciate the help anyway," she adds, nodding to the tea shop doorway.
Luckily, Isla's resilience and inner peace have recently taken a turn for the better, and so even as she shifts back, leaving her in a momentary crouch, there's little more than soft confusion in her expression. Maybe even a ghost of amusement. "I've no doubt that your pickup lines are good, but something tells me I'm very much not the person you're looking for," she says, rising to her feet and brushing a few stray webs from her skirts.
"But I appreciate the help anyway," she adds, nodding to the tea shop doorway.
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
