ISLA
"I know very well that there are faster ways of getting to the Greatwood, but I want to travel there for the first time on a skyship," Isla repeats cheerfully, only to light up at the news that Remi has a ship already. (She doesn't know, of course, that said ship actually belongs to Mateo, and that he lives on it. "That one," she says instantly with a nod. "Maybe I can try to steer it for a bit then as well?"
Side-eyeing the empty glass of gin and already feeling very pleasantly fuzzy in her face and her fingertips, Isla considers for a moment. "Maybe one of those... oh, you know the ones!" She raises her eyebrows at Remi like he'll just magically read her mind. "With the orange juice and the champagne?"
Side-eyeing the empty glass of gin and already feeling very pleasantly fuzzy in her face and her fingertips, Isla considers for a moment. "Maybe one of those... oh, you know the ones!" She raises her eyebrows at Remi like he'll just magically read her mind. "With the orange juice and the champagne?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
