ISLA
Unlike back on the island, Isla is in a position this time to fully appreciate the ifrit for what it is, and as Remi ignites into a ripple of bright flame, her soft inhale is one of near awe. With the fire reflected in her pebble blues, the Remedy rises to her feet, carefully gathering her skirts in one hand (her clothing is not impervious to flame) as she steps closer. "Still alright," she assures him with a soft smile.
Reaching out, her hand slips through the flames as if they are nothing, stroking along Remi's palm and the flare of light that serves as his fingertips. She's not quite dumbstruck enough to say something stupid like you're warm, because duh, but she's still clearly transfixed by the living fire that the Lullaby has become.
"What a beautiful shift," Isla murmurs eventually, fingers combing through the plumes of orange and red that lick along his arm, before withdrawing. "Shall I see if I can control them?"
Reaching out, her hand slips through the flames as if they are nothing, stroking along Remi's palm and the flare of light that serves as his fingertips. She's not quite dumbstruck enough to say something stupid like you're warm, because duh, but she's still clearly transfixed by the living fire that the Lullaby has become.
"What a beautiful shift," Isla murmurs eventually, fingers combing through the plumes of orange and red that lick along his arm, before withdrawing. "Shall I see if I can control them?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
