Isla
Not having seen the aviator enter the ball - she'd been busy dancing, as he's already surmised - Isla has been content to watch the other couples sway to the music, until a foul and eerie scent invades her nose. Wincing and gazing down at her glass of wine as if it might be the culprit, she soon straightens at the familiar rumble of a voice. Turning with a smile already blooming across her face, it falters a touch at the spinebloom she spots on the aviator's lapel.
"If only you had been here sooner, perhaps you could have had my first dance," she says nonetheless, her unease at war with the delight that unfurls in her chest to see him again - an emotion stronger than she'd care to admit, in truth. "Have you been in the Grounds all this time?" she wonders, having known the trajectory of his travels from his letters but being unable to pinpoint him exactly.
"I have to say, by the way - that's an interesting choice of flower..." She nods at the bloom, wanting to draw closer but simultaneously feeling held at bay by it.
"If only you had been here sooner, perhaps you could have had my first dance," she says nonetheless, her unease at war with the delight that unfurls in her chest to see him again - an emotion stronger than she'd care to admit, in truth. "Have you been in the Grounds all this time?" she wonders, having known the trajectory of his travels from his letters but being unable to pinpoint him exactly.
"I have to say, by the way - that's an interesting choice of flower..." She nods at the bloom, wanting to draw closer but simultaneously feeling held at bay by it.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
