Isla
one bright morning goes so easy
"I did indeed," Isla agrees with a gentle nod of her head. Unlike the Maverick, she does prefer to hunt in her shifts, not just because it's a great deal easier with claws and teeth, but it also keeps her outfits from getting too bloody. (Best of both worlds, and all that). "Be careful of the Feverlands these days, though," she warns, frowning softly and checking the pot of tea. "It's been overtaken by those void creatures."
Lifting the teapot once she's satisfied that the leaves have brewed for long enough, Isla shifts to pour them both a cup, smiling at the scent of raspberry and mint that fills the air. His tale has her eyes widening a bit, though, and as she sets the pot back down, it's with a mix of curiosity and awe. "I think something similar happened out here in Torchline a few years ago," she says. "It took quite a few people to take the panther down."
Still, there doesn't seem to be anything like that out here today, at least, and she lifts her cup in a little mock cheers. "Thank you for tea on the beach," she says, before taking a slow sip.
Lifting the teapot once she's satisfied that the leaves have brewed for long enough, Isla shifts to pour them both a cup, smiling at the scent of raspberry and mint that fills the air. His tale has her eyes widening a bit, though, and as she sets the pot back down, it's with a mix of curiosity and awe. "I think something similar happened out here in Torchline a few years ago," she says. "It took quite a few people to take the panther down."
Still, there doesn't seem to be anything like that out here today, at least, and she lifts her cup in a little mock cheers. "Thank you for tea on the beach," she says, before taking a slow sip.
darkness always finds you either way
