ISLA
"I don't even know if Torchline sells sweaters," Isla admits with a smirk. "Maybe a nice sailor's coat, though? Or a blanket?" Laughing to herself, at least the Remedy thoroughly enjoys the cherries for the two of them - and she even leaves a final one on the little toothpick to offer back out to Remi as thanks. "NoT eVeN WiTh tHe HeAT?" she parrots back at him with a bob of her eyebrows, as if to remind him of the topaz horns that curve delicately back into her hair.
"If Apopo erupted again I would use it as a hot spring," she clarifies a little less sassily. "As dangerous as heat was to me as an Ascended, now it's..." Isla shakes her head and smiles. "I can't get enough of it. I'm even able to control fire a little bit now, you know." Certainly not the skillset of a melty, sugary doctor, surely.
"If Apopo erupted again I would use it as a hot spring," she clarifies a little less sassily. "As dangerous as heat was to me as an Ascended, now it's..." Isla shakes her head and smiles. "I can't get enough of it. I'm even able to control fire a little bit now, you know." Certainly not the skillset of a melty, sugary doctor, surely.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
