ISLA
"I quite like it," Isla says of the title, strolling comfortably along with Remi and smiling sunnily up at him. "I hope that Ludo wasn't too upset to lose you, though." Her grip on his arm might grow a touch tighter at the thought, because whether or not the Remedy has ever had any personal dealings with the trickster deity, she has been warped and changed by its will on more than one occasion. (All that is to say that if Ludo tries to cause trouble, Isla will happily try to throw hands with a herald).
Then talk moves to Ronin, and gods but Remi might as well have stuck out his leg to trip her up. Jaw softly dropping, Isla tilts her head up at the Bastion incredulously. "Shut your mouth," she whispers, like he's just spilled some very hot tea. "How? To where? That's... wow."
Then talk moves to Ronin, and gods but Remi might as well have stuck out his leg to trip her up. Jaw softly dropping, Isla tilts her head up at the Bastion incredulously. "Shut your mouth," she whispers, like he's just spilled some very hot tea. "How? To where? That's... wow."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
