[ME] [RQ] New life in old stones

ISLA

More than criminal types are guilty of being late, alas, but Isla hopes that Torchline's rulers will forgive her; when duty calls at the infirmary, it isn't usually possible to swan out at a moment's notice. Luckily there's a good supply of fountain water on hand to speed things up, but she's still almost jogging as she hurries into the Court of the Stars, brushing the sand from her dress.

With wisps of fire flicking about her heels and fingertips to keep them toasty, the Remedy offers a bright smile between Hadama and Flora before taking a seat in a patch of sunshine nearby. It isn't the same as the beaming rays of Longheat, but neither is it enough yet for her to surrender to sweaters and shawls, not with the fire running through her veins.

apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood