Isla
"Ah, that is a shame." Luckless on all doctorly accounts, Isla is nonetheless surprised - and quietly delighted - by the production of the jars of honey. "Then again, I hadn't even considered this," she confesses, gesturing to them. "As you can imagine, there aren't all too many apiaries in Torchline." Reaching out to lift one of the jars and admire the clarity of the honey, she places it back down with care.
"Your mother is a very smart woman. Please thank her on Flora's behalf, in case she isn't able to write?" She hates to even think it, but Ever isn't the only one who has noticed the Doubletakes somewhat shorter fuse.
Turning from the counter and promptly faced with a hand to shake, Isla takes it with an automatically warm smile. "It's nice to officially meet you, Everest Hart," she says. "Though if you already know who I am, I do hope it's for good reasons." Good is relative, of course, between Ascended leader of the Hollowed Grounds and murdered unicorn best friend of Ludo's demigod.
"Are you headed to the Hanged Man now?"
"Your mother is a very smart woman. Please thank her on Flora's behalf, in case she isn't able to write?" She hates to even think it, but Ever isn't the only one who has noticed the Doubletakes somewhat shorter fuse.
Turning from the counter and promptly faced with a hand to shake, Isla takes it with an automatically warm smile. "It's nice to officially meet you, Everest Hart," she says. "Though if you already know who I am, I do hope it's for good reasons." Good is relative, of course, between Ascended leader of the Hollowed Grounds and murdered unicorn best friend of Ludo's demigod.
"Are you headed to the Hanged Man now?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
