Isla
Feeling her pulse quicken at the press of the aviator's lips against her fingers - despite the odour that lingers in the air, because Isla is distracted by the memory of how his mouth felt elsewhere - the Remedy forces composure through a gentle smile as her hand is returned to her. "I see," she murmurs, following his gaze towards the Maverick but similarly lingering there only very briefly. "Are you ready to move on again now?" she wonders. Perhaps to another region, or perhaps back to Torchline, to my bed?
Alas, her attention is once again stolen by the spinebloom and the way Everest inhales its aroma as though it's just another flower. "And the scent doesn't bother you?" she hazards gently, tilting her head. "It's void touched, is it not?" She hasn't done much research into the void flora and fauna, but the sight and smell of it alone is enough for her to make a good guess.
Alas, her attention is once again stolen by the spinebloom and the way Everest inhales its aroma as though it's just another flower. "And the scent doesn't bother you?" she hazards gently, tilting her head. "It's void touched, is it not?" She hasn't done much research into the void flora and fauna, but the sight and smell of it alone is enough for her to make a good guess.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
