Isla
"Good - that is exactly how I like it. One can't go wrong with a demigod in your debt, you know," Isla says with a wry smile, glancing around at the sweetgrass as Remi explains and letting her fingers dance through it for a moment or so. "And it just grows in the Greatwood? I can see why people enjoy coming here," she says, chuckling. As the amusement fades from Remi's expression, though, Isla at least gets herself into a sitting position in the hope that she can alleviate his worries.
She'll be sore and with a few bruises to show for it, and there's a bit of sweetgrass caught in her hair, but otherwise she feels relatively unharmed. "Well, at least you know now," she points out. "At least in the context of shoving people out of skyboats." Carefully rising to her feet and brushing off her clothes, Isla smiles to see La Verbena safely moored.
"Nice job," she remarks. "Shall we light some lanterns? It's almost dark."
She'll be sore and with a few bruises to show for it, and there's a bit of sweetgrass caught in her hair, but otherwise she feels relatively unharmed. "Well, at least you know now," she points out. "At least in the context of shoving people out of skyboats." Carefully rising to her feet and brushing off her clothes, Isla smiles to see La Verbena safely moored.
"Nice job," she remarks. "Shall we light some lanterns? It's almost dark."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
