ISLA
Longheat, of course, is Isla's new favourite time of year, and it's in a flowing sundress and bare shoulders and feet that she quickly sets out to the fountain to find Ever. One might accuse her of almost fleeing towards it, and they'd not be far wrong, either. Trauma, it feels, lives right on her doorstep no matter where she chooses to call home, and gods if she's not fed up of it. Between meteors, the utter devastation on Torchline's shores and the state of Remi when she'd been called to stitch him up, she jumps at the opportunity to keep her hands busy (and not suturing her best friend).
Spotting the young aviator in the shade of a palm, she calls to him as she approaches, offering a gentle wave. "Hey, Ever! Thank you so much for coming." Shifting her medical bag on her shoulder, she hurries under the palm as well and sets it down, careful not to disturb any of his items. "How are things in Stormbreak? Is everything alright?"
Spotting the young aviator in the shade of a palm, she calls to him as she approaches, offering a gentle wave. "Hey, Ever! Thank you so much for coming." Shifting her medical bag on her shoulder, she hurries under the palm as well and sets it down, careful not to disturb any of his items. "How are things in Stormbreak? Is everything alright?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
