Isla
It's been a very long time indeed since Isla was allowed to stretch her duchess legs - and even back in Northaven, it wasn't as though she was afforded the opportunity very often as a field medic. And so as she turns to face Astaroth on the dancefloor, her smile remains and she dips onto a curtsey before stepping up to dance with him.
"Quiet," she admits of the night so far, allowing him to lead and letting her hand clasp gently against his shoulders as they manoeuvre around the makeshift ballroom. "Not that it's a bad thing, mind you. The last time I was here it was under markedly different circumstances."
Not that she's keen for talk of war to interrupt the festivities, and so she glances up at the butcher and tilts her head. "There are plenty of new faces, though. You seem to have done well here in the Grounds."
"Quiet," she admits of the night so far, allowing him to lead and letting her hand clasp gently against his shoulders as they manoeuvre around the makeshift ballroom. "Not that it's a bad thing, mind you. The last time I was here it was under markedly different circumstances."
Not that she's keen for talk of war to interrupt the festivities, and so she glances up at the butcher and tilts her head. "There are plenty of new faces, though. You seem to have done well here in the Grounds."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
