I fretted fire but that was long ago

ISLA

"Here we are," Isla corrects with a grin. "I haven't come out this far either." Getting comfortable beside Remi as he sits, Isla gathers her skirts to her knees and lets her legs also dangle over the lip of the lava pool, enjoying the way the light plays across her tanned skin. Letting out a sigh that has her shoulders slumping, she offers her friend a warmer smile, as if still trying to believe they've made it this far (both literally and metaphorically).

Mention of her horns has her attempting to look up at the topaz gemstone threading back through her hair - fruitlessly, of course. "A little, I think," she murmurs, reaching up to tap at one of them. "They haven't fallen off with the seasons, so I know they aren't antlers. I imagine it would hurt a lot if one of them broke."

she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner