ISLA
Isla might not have the finely honed senses of an Ascended any longer, but her ears are acutely tuned to the lilting melody of a certain alchemist's voice. Kneeling before the fountain to fill one of her containers, it's with a quiet and private smile that she hears his gentle interruption, before turning to gaze up at him, shielding her eyes from the sun. "Sir, you must have me mistaken. I'm not sure what medicine I would make out of these."
Beaming at him, it's with hands still wet and skirts damp from the fountain that she rises to her feet, stepping forward to throw her arms around the Bastion in an easy embrace. "It's good to see you," she murmurs. "I thought it had been a while since you'd pretended to stub a toe to drop by the clinic."
Drawing back enough to see the bouquet properly, she lets her fingers whisper across the petals. "These are lovely - thank you."
Beaming at him, it's with hands still wet and skirts damp from the fountain that she rises to her feet, stepping forward to throw her arms around the Bastion in an easy embrace. "It's good to see you," she murmurs. "I thought it had been a while since you'd pretended to stub a toe to drop by the clinic."
Drawing back enough to see the bouquet properly, she lets her fingers whisper across the petals. "These are lovely - thank you."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
