ISLA
"That is always the case, I think," Isla says kindly. "I may have my specialties, but then I look back and wonder why I never learned how to properly put up a shelf, or string a bow, or make maps. I suppose it's those sorts of things that makes working with other people so important." Or not, in the case of the Spyglass/aviator/barman beside her, if Ever's colourful career pattern has anything to do with it.
She catches a glance at the Attuned's diagram and smiles, never having thought of creating one herself (her hands knew instinctively where to put things), and she of course finds it useful. Stealing further glimpses of it as she begins to put the kits together, Isla brightens at his question. Few people ask about her past, and it's with a hint of nostalgia that she speaks.
"My parents," she tells him. "I'm an Outlander. Back where I'm from, my family were famous for possessing healing magic, but it wasn't a blessing I possessed. So my mother and father gave me the education and tools to be able to heal people without magic. When war broke out, I joined the military as a field medic."
She catches a glance at the Attuned's diagram and smiles, never having thought of creating one herself (her hands knew instinctively where to put things), and she of course finds it useful. Stealing further glimpses of it as she begins to put the kits together, Isla brightens at his question. Few people ask about her past, and it's with a hint of nostalgia that she speaks.
"My parents," she tells him. "I'm an Outlander. Back where I'm from, my family were famous for possessing healing magic, but it wasn't a blessing I possessed. So my mother and father gave me the education and tools to be able to heal people without magic. When war broke out, I joined the military as a field medic."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
