Isla
Isla sleeps surprisingly easy out beneath the stars, even if she does so curled up as close to the campfire as she might get. When morning comes, it finds her in fresh clothes and with a cup of sweet tea in her hands, her hair bound back out of her face in a braid. "That sounds like a good idea," she agrees with Sunjata, finishing her cup and setting it down on an upturned crate they've been using as a table.
Having already had breakfast, she rallies a few volunteers who have been equally early risers and beckons them over to the supplies they'll need to erect walls. "We'll start from this direction," she says. "Perhaps someone else can start from the other side, and we can meet in the middle?" It's as good an idea as any, she assumes, and promptly takes her group over to begin their work.
Isla takes a group of volunteers to begin putting up walls at one side of the settlement!
Having already had breakfast, she rallies a few volunteers who have been equally early risers and beckons them over to the supplies they'll need to erect walls. "We'll start from this direction," she says. "Perhaps someone else can start from the other side, and we can meet in the middle?" It's as good an idea as any, she assumes, and promptly takes her group over to begin their work.
Isla takes a group of volunteers to begin putting up walls at one side of the settlement!
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
