we're always running scared but holding knives
"You also have a head like a rock, so perhaps I have been a little quick to judge you." Isla waggles her eyebrows right back at Remi, straightening up and adding the stems to her basket (which currently also contains some chunks of volcanic rock and points of obsidian and clear quartz). "People also take them as supplements," she adds, as if the anatomical sketches had been secondary to this property of ash and charcoal.
"So if you ever burn dinner, you can just tell Ronin you're looking out for his health." With a grin just as crooked as her friend's, Isla hops over a crack in the stone and the fiendish amber glow beneath, continuing out into Angel's End. "You see any void nonsense out here?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder to the Lullaby.
"So if you ever burn dinner, you can just tell Ronin you're looking out for his health." With a grin just as crooked as her friend's, Isla hops over a crack in the stone and the fiendish amber glow beneath, continuing out into Angel's End. "You see any void nonsense out here?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder to the Lullaby.
Isla
