dance with her ghost

"Oh - Maea? Gods be good, it's been a long time, hasn't it?" Isla, simultaneously surprised and delighted by a familiar face, lets her shoulders relax and watches as her fellow Ancient draws a coat around herself amid whorls of smoke and ash. "Good morning," she continues. "It's good to see you. And I have always been something of a lark." Smiling and stepping closer, she gestures around to the girl's camp and the fire she's clearly been using as a bed. "What are you doing so far out here?" she asks. "The refuge is nearby, or the House of Midnight." And whilst she can understand the appeal of a roaring fire, the downside to sleeping rough is - as Maea has just experienced - the potential for interruption. ISLA