ISLA
"With respect, I plan to talk to you a lot more before that, but I'll keep it in mind." Grinning, Isla gives the ifrit and his aura of flame one last, lingering look before Remi shifts back into himself. Soft curls and a boyish smile replace all the fire, but she's sure his eyes are just as green, and her hand closes properly around his wrist for a moment. "You're turning down a chance to do some nerdy research and compiling of facts to chaotically lurk in Torchline?"
The amusement in her voice is unmistakeable, and Isla has no doubt that, yes, that's exactly what Remi is suggesting. "I suppose I could be persuaded. But I'm not sure how I feel about anyone actually hunting you. I know you can manage, but..." She shrugs, not having to say it out loud. She's had enough of anyone hunting down her friends, thanks.
The amusement in her voice is unmistakeable, and Isla has no doubt that, yes, that's exactly what Remi is suggesting. "I suppose I could be persuaded. But I'm not sure how I feel about anyone actually hunting you. I know you can manage, but..." She shrugs, not having to say it out loud. She's had enough of anyone hunting down her friends, thanks.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
