ISLA
Resisting the urge to steal said manticore feather or to run her hands down Remi's arm, instead Isla happily totters after him. Having been barefoot the entire time, she relishes the feel of the warm sand between her toes, and with enough alcohol in her system now to make her giddy, she appreciates once again how unexpectedly wonderful the day has turned out to be.
Moving to plop down in the sand a few feet away from Remi, Isla sits cross-legged and smiles brightly up at him, like she's a student and he's about to teach her something. "I promise you really cannot burn me," she assures him, her hand drawing a cross over her heart. "Ancients are impervious to heat or flame. I'll show you, if you shift."
Moving to plop down in the sand a few feet away from Remi, Isla sits cross-legged and smiles brightly up at him, like she's a student and he's about to teach her something. "I promise you really cannot burn me," she assures him, her hand drawing a cross over her heart. "Ancients are impervious to heat or flame. I'll show you, if you shift."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
