ISLA
"That is how I really know him," Isla protests, having offered Astaroth a sunny smile for his trouble as he assisted with the collection of the debris. "Get your mind out of the gutter," she adds with a playful laugh for Flora's benefit. Condensing the trash as much as possible with her fire, turning up the heat until it almost can't be contained within the bin Flora has provided, only then does Isla let the flames die down.
Given that the taller and manlier(?) of their group are dealing with the walls, that leaves Isla with the flooring, and she grabs a broom to sweep away the smaller amounts of dust and glass and debris to get a proper idea of what they are working with. "It looks like a lot of the main floor survived," she remarks - which is good, because fuck them if the foundations were ruined.
Isla works on the floors!
Given that the taller and manlier(?) of their group are dealing with the walls, that leaves Isla with the flooring, and she grabs a broom to sweep away the smaller amounts of dust and glass and debris to get a proper idea of what they are working with. "It looks like a lot of the main floor survived," she remarks - which is good, because fuck them if the foundations were ruined.
Isla works on the floors!
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
