Isla
Melita is lucky - having not been exposed to her particular brand of chaos as much as others (and certainly not as much as Stormbreak has in recent days), no part of Isla is suspicious as both the Honeybee and the guard begin to explain the situation. "Well, it is the season for it, so they say." Juvenile fun, trickery, bedlam; all things she has no doubt that Ludo would approve of, and now she does offer a somewhat amused smile in Mel's direction.
"Was anybody hurt?" Isla wants to know, because of course that might change matters - it's all fun and games, etc. etc. Glancing around at those gathered, they all look quite irate, it's true, but no one seems to be sporting any black eyes or injured limbs. "If not, and things are calming down, I imagine it was just a few kids who decided to make the most of everyone being gathered together." But then, Stormbreak isn't her region, so if they want to make a mountain out of this molehill, that's their prerogative, she supposes.
"Was anybody hurt?" Isla wants to know, because of course that might change matters - it's all fun and games, etc. etc. Glancing around at those gathered, they all look quite irate, it's true, but no one seems to be sporting any black eyes or injured limbs. "If not, and things are calming down, I imagine it was just a few kids who decided to make the most of everyone being gathered together." But then, Stormbreak isn't her region, so if they want to make a mountain out of this molehill, that's their prerogative, she supposes.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
