Isla
"Ah, of course. I do apologise, what was I thinking?" Isla chimes a laugh, tipping her wine glass towards Mel in a cheers once it arrives and taking a small sip to taste it. "If they are anything like the rest of the guards up here, they deserve to have their feathers ruffled a little," she adds, grinning and glancing out of the window towards The Tower where complaining people were still gathered, as if moaning about water balloons is the equivalent of an afternoon out for them.
Setting her glass down - what Mel sees as more mature Isla would argue is likely just a difference in personality, since she can also have her moments - she offers a more solemn nod as the Honeybee continues. "That was my thought as well. It has happened a few times, especially out in the Oerwoud and the Feverlands. I do have a magic called Bloodboon, but it involves me hurting myself, so it can't hurt to keep up my traditional methods alongside it."
Setting her glass down - what Mel sees as more mature Isla would argue is likely just a difference in personality, since she can also have her moments - she offers a more solemn nod as the Honeybee continues. "That was my thought as well. It has happened a few times, especially out in the Oerwoud and the Feverlands. I do have a magic called Bloodboon, but it involves me hurting myself, so it can't hurt to keep up my traditional methods alongside it."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
