so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
Having been quite content to leave it at uh huh, sure, Isla takes another sip of punch when Flora comes in with the sort of tea that is enough to shake her back towards sobriety, and she frowns as she listens, lowering her glass. "I suppose she is the leader of Stormbreak," she says hesitantly. "And isn't he on her council, still? I suppose being that close, you wouldn't want to rock the boat..."
Sighing out a breath that has her cheeks puffing briefly, Isla would have draped herself against a wall had one been nearby. Alas, all she can do is reach out to refill her punch glass. "Did you say Sunjata saved the day? I do hope everyone sends him a thank you note," she murmurs. "And gods, a baby, too? I'm glad everyone got out of there safe..."
Sighing out a breath that has her cheeks puffing briefly, Isla would have draped herself against a wall had one been nearby. Alas, all she can do is reach out to refill her punch glass. "Did you say Sunjata saved the day? I do hope everyone sends him a thank you note," she murmurs. "And gods, a baby, too? I'm glad everyone got out of there safe..."
