Isla
"Exactly. I will even make the sacrifice of offering to be your first taste-tester, unless Ronin enjoys that particular job." Isla grins to Remi from the railing of the ship, quite enjoying meandering around on the deck by the light of the lanterns. "Thank you Remi. They are beautiful, Remi," she trills to him automatically, raising her eyebrows to ask whether that's good enough. The bouquet in question has long burnt to cinders now, of course, but it has provided light to the rest of the boat.
Which is a good and a bad thing, as Remi points out. But they've got a similar mindset, it seems, because Isla looks equally as skeptical that anything will come for La Verbena. "I'm sure the Lullaby's presence in the Greatwood hasn't gone unnoticed either," she points out for good measure, lingering next to the lavender cascade and inhaling the scent of sweetgrass mingling with the fragrance of the flowers. "Did Mateo cultivate all of this himself?" she asks.
Which is a good and a bad thing, as Remi points out. But they've got a similar mindset, it seems, because Isla looks equally as skeptical that anything will come for La Verbena. "I'm sure the Lullaby's presence in the Greatwood hasn't gone unnoticed either," she points out for good measure, lingering next to the lavender cascade and inhaling the scent of sweetgrass mingling with the fragrance of the flowers. "Did Mateo cultivate all of this himself?" she asks.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
