Isla
Her interest in the sweetgrass only grows as Remi describes its uses, Isla making a mental note to gather some to take back with them once they're done with their jaunt through the Greatwood. "Have you ever made sweetgrass gin?" she wonders, her smile growing a touch softer as the ghost hand teases the sprig from her fair hair, Isla getting gingerly to her feet and spending a second to make sure she really is in one piece.
"Mm? No, unfortunately not." She smiles apologetically. "And I'm so used to being able to see as an Ascended, I feel like I'm missing out nowadays." She's about to suggest going into the boat to gather some kindling, but of course here comes Swiss-army-Remi, and Isla can't wipe her smile off her face as she accepts the fragrant, burning bouquet.
"The first flowers you've given me in over two years, and they're on fire. There's some kind of fable in there, I think," she remarks, before padding back across to La Verbena and using her fire magic to tease the flames further to life. They wend through the air under her influence, lighting the various lamps on the exterior of the ship until the lavender glows in a halo of merry light. "How's that?"
"Mm? No, unfortunately not." She smiles apologetically. "And I'm so used to being able to see as an Ascended, I feel like I'm missing out nowadays." She's about to suggest going into the boat to gather some kindling, but of course here comes Swiss-army-Remi, and Isla can't wipe her smile off her face as she accepts the fragrant, burning bouquet.
"The first flowers you've given me in over two years, and they're on fire. There's some kind of fable in there, I think," she remarks, before padding back across to La Verbena and using her fire magic to tease the flames further to life. They wend through the air under her influence, lighting the various lamps on the exterior of the ship until the lavender glows in a halo of merry light. "How's that?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
