Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Listen," Isla is calling to both patients and nurses, "listen, alright. Just stand back and cover your ears." Whether or not Flora decides to take the same advice that the Remedy has just given, the sudden roar from within the clinic is unmistakeable and audible even with one's hearing protected. As a result, the flock of hels that someone had been feeding on the windowsill to tempt them inside promptly flees outward again.
For a moment the clinic looks more like a henhouse than anything, and the exodus of the birds is followed by the soft and padding paw-steps of a molten tiger. Snorting and bristling her whiskers in the doorway, Isla ensures that the waiting area is, in fact, empty, before she shakes herself off and shifts back into a rather unassuming blonde.
"Oh - hello, Flora," she says, still a touch exasperated as she straightens up. "Sorry about that. What can I do for you?"
For a moment the clinic looks more like a henhouse than anything, and the exodus of the birds is followed by the soft and padding paw-steps of a molten tiger. Snorting and bristling her whiskers in the doorway, Isla ensures that the waiting area is, in fact, empty, before she shakes herself off and shifts back into a rather unassuming blonde.
"Oh - hello, Flora," she says, still a touch exasperated as she straightens up. "Sorry about that. What can I do for you?"
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
