dance with her ghost

Tigers don't purr, but Isla is nonetheless affectionate and pliable as Maea tries to get comfortable beside her, whiskers twitching and eyes slipping shut in readiness to let the world go for a while. It's only as the other woman speaks again that the Remedy blinks herself back to wakefulness, and she slowly shifts back into a form with appropriate gestures and vocal chords. "I've died twice," she murmurs with a lopsided smile, "So I'm not sure I'm in any position to say if you've learned enough from your experiences. But I know that when I was Ascended, it felt like emotion was all we had, you know? There was such a lack of senses, of anything physical... I feel more stable now in myself as an Ancient as I ever did Ascended. Maybe the same thing will happen for you, in time?" ISLA