ISLA
"War stuff, mostly," Isla says with a casual wave of her hand - it doesn't sting quite so much any more these days, but it's still not the sort of thing she feels is appropriate conversation for someone she only met a few minutes ago. "I knew staying in the Grounds would make me unhappy, so I left. That Midwinter ball that was hosted was actually the first time I'd been back in years," she admits; and okay, it hadn't been all that bad. (Then again, Isla hadn't known about the leadership meeting or The Family's interference).
Grinning as she almost loses Charlie beside her, Isla slows her steps and quickly hops across the cobblestones to the path that isn't quite so close to the stalls and shops. It's not much less crowded, but they're less likely to bump into people, and the open ocean sprawls out in a view to the side of them. "There's always plenty to do, it's true," she agrees. "And being a port city, people come from all over." Charlie is living proof of that.
Laughing at the smaller woman's quip about the brothel she'd run, Isla can only shrug her shoulders. "I was the doctor there," she says. "It kind of puts you off, when you've examined everyone's genitals beforehand."
Grinning as she almost loses Charlie beside her, Isla slows her steps and quickly hops across the cobblestones to the path that isn't quite so close to the stalls and shops. It's not much less crowded, but they're less likely to bump into people, and the open ocean sprawls out in a view to the side of them. "There's always plenty to do, it's true," she agrees. "And being a port city, people come from all over." Charlie is living proof of that.
Laughing at the smaller woman's quip about the brothel she'd run, Isla can only shrug her shoulders. "I was the doctor there," she says. "It kind of puts you off, when you've examined everyone's genitals beforehand."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
