Isla
one bright morning goes so easy
"Oh, come now," Isla says airily, smiling across at Asta and setting the teapot down so it might brew in peace. "We had our dance at the Hollowed Grounds, and that first meeting where we went shopping." They're about half and half, in truth, with his visits being of a business nature compared to a friendly get together. "Not that I'm at all complaining. I'd just come out here to hunt."
And she'd been successful too, if it isn't obvious by her relaxed state. As for Metacarpal Island, she nods to him eagerly; intellectual as much as she might be a duchess, Isla has found herself quite well travelled in recent times. "There's the Hanging Tree in the Feverlands," she explains. "It's rumoured to have been the site of many executions. The branches are covered in thick rope, and the bark bleeds red if you strike it."
Casting her mind back, she's sure there are other places, too. "It's not as morbid, but there's also The Last Step in King's End. There's a lot of myth surrounding that whole region, in fact. Nothing as overt as an island made of bones, though."
And she'd been successful too, if it isn't obvious by her relaxed state. As for Metacarpal Island, she nods to him eagerly; intellectual as much as she might be a duchess, Isla has found herself quite well travelled in recent times. "There's the Hanging Tree in the Feverlands," she explains. "It's rumoured to have been the site of many executions. The branches are covered in thick rope, and the bark bleeds red if you strike it."
Casting her mind back, she's sure there are other places, too. "It's not as morbid, but there's also The Last Step in King's End. There's a lot of myth surrounding that whole region, in fact. Nothing as overt as an island made of bones, though."
darkness always finds you either way
