call and i'll rush out

Isla

Standing beside Remi with feet clad in walking boots and gypsy skirts tumbling past her knees, Isla looks like some strange adventurer out in the desert. Remi is right, though - there isn't a bead of sweat on her freckled skin, and it's with a bright, fanged grin that she nods up at him. Caido doesn't have the equivalent of smashing that like button, so the way she snags his hand and tugs him forward will have to do.

"I wonder if this appeared all at once right after the war, or whether it's been slowly forming since then," she murmurs, hopping over a bit of foliage and smiling over her shoulder to her friend. "Do you remember Ghilio, that Flowerbirth deity? Maybe he's the one responsible for this."

sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything