ISLA
"What a shrewd businesswoman your daughter has become," Isla says with a chuckle. "You know, I don't think I've ever had tastebuds to properly appreciate your gin. Maybe I'll have to become an expert in it, so I can try all of your newest creations." And the fact that she has the time to do such a thing now absolutely isn't lost on her, the Remedy smiling sunnily beneath the shade of their parasol.
The dragon in Ronin certainly makes sense, and Isla winces accordingly and nods her understanding. "Perhaps I won't bother him at all this season, then," she decides. "Is he alright with you coming to find me?" Glancing around, she almost expects to see the glint of blue eyes peeping around the corner of a building, or the shadow of draconic wings overhead.
As for the talk of Safrin, Isla's expression turns somewhat apologetic, and she shifts on her side of the picnic bench to nudge Remi's foot gently with her own. "At least he can still come home to you. I remember when you two were forced to be apart."
The dragon in Ronin certainly makes sense, and Isla winces accordingly and nods her understanding. "Perhaps I won't bother him at all this season, then," she decides. "Is he alright with you coming to find me?" Glancing around, she almost expects to see the glint of blue eyes peeping around the corner of a building, or the shadow of draconic wings overhead.
As for the talk of Safrin, Isla's expression turns somewhat apologetic, and she shifts on her side of the picnic bench to nudge Remi's foot gently with her own. "At least he can still come home to you. I remember when you two were forced to be apart."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
