ISLA
Scrunching her nose at the bloody and horrific elements of Ronin's antlers, Isla scoffs and shakes her head. "And here I thought it was all serene glowing and prancing through the snow," she remarks, despite knowing all too well that the other elements of the Nova's shift - the possessive, fighty ones - are all part of it.
Her head shakes a little as Remi clasps her horn, given that he's basically steering her with it, and with a chime of laughter Isla tries to bat his hands away. "Yeah, sort of," she says with a nod - though if he'd been expecting a more intense reaction (I see you, Sunjata) he might find himself either relieved or disappointed.
"It feels almost like when someone pulls your hair," Isla tries to explain. "Which makes sense, I guess."
Her head shakes a little as Remi clasps her horn, given that he's basically steering her with it, and with a chime of laughter Isla tries to bat his hands away. "Yeah, sort of," she says with a nod - though if he'd been expecting a more intense reaction (I see you, Sunjata) he might find himself either relieved or disappointed.
"It feels almost like when someone pulls your hair," Isla tries to explain. "Which makes sense, I guess."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
