so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
Flora can ewwuh as much as she likes - Isla can only let out a peal of laughter in the face of it as they walk, and she shrugs her shoulders openly. "I do hope he isn't in love with her. That would put my plans for the evening into quite a bit of jeopardy," she said off-handedly, though the twinkle in her eyes says she knows another gasp! or similar exclamation is likely to come her way because of it.
Listening eagerly to the rest of the explanation, perhaps tomorrow when Isla is properly sober she'll be able to digest all of this properly and realise the danger that had been waltzing around the Grounds just a few hours before. (And perhaps she might even start to tentatively put some pieces together regarding Ever's personality transplant, but who knows). Tonight, however, it's just two girls and their gossip, and she shakes her head disbelievingly.
"It's hard to believe they're all still here now too, isn't it?" she murmurs, nodding at the familiar faces in the crowd.
Listening eagerly to the rest of the explanation, perhaps tomorrow when Isla is properly sober she'll be able to digest all of this properly and realise the danger that had been waltzing around the Grounds just a few hours before. (And perhaps she might even start to tentatively put some pieces together regarding Ever's personality transplant, but who knows). Tonight, however, it's just two girls and their gossip, and she shakes her head disbelievingly.
"It's hard to believe they're all still here now too, isn't it?" she murmurs, nodding at the familiar faces in the crowd.
