ISLA
"No, not at all," Isla says quickly, giving her friend a pout for his trouble. "I just mean that Delphia has at least one foot in the spirit world at any one time, given who she is. But I'd still hope she was as much in tune with life as with death." Gossipy isn't something that Isla has ever been, regrettably - call it a mild rebellion against stereotypical duchess behaviour, or something. Maybe Remi can change her view.
As for the gore crows, Isla won't know unless or until they do it, but it seems as though the flock are in pursuit of larger prey, and she tilts her head at the pack of fyrhund making tracks beyond the birds. More than a couple of them are injured, by the looks of it, hence the carrion in tow.
"Mm? Oh, Vi's demigod? I met a man named Noah recently, too," she says, oblivious that these are one and the same. As for giving it all up, Isla gives Remi's hand another squeeze and moves to slip her arm through his. "You know," she says sweetly to him, "I think that would be so good for you."
As for the gore crows, Isla won't know unless or until they do it, but it seems as though the flock are in pursuit of larger prey, and she tilts her head at the pack of fyrhund making tracks beyond the birds. More than a couple of them are injured, by the looks of it, hence the carrion in tow.
"Mm? Oh, Vi's demigod? I met a man named Noah recently, too," she says, oblivious that these are one and the same. As for giving it all up, Isla gives Remi's hand another squeeze and moves to slip her arm through his. "You know," she says sweetly to him, "I think that would be so good for you."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
