Isla
"Mm, makes someone want to turn a blind eye to it as well," Isla replies, a sly smile only just visible behind her glass as she takes a sip of her wine. At least whatever the guard is doing seems to be working, the Remedy watching as the woman and her gaggle of compatriots are led inside the Tower - a victory, they consider it - and the square outside falls to a more tolerable volume. Having considered his work done, their waiter comes back inside and Isla reaches out to finish her sandwich.
"A pulley system? That isn't a bad idea," she admits - only Isla of course is thinking of using it for medicines and supplies and other items to send down to an outpost on the lower parts of Haulani. "I'll consider it - thanks, Melita." Sitting back in her seat to admire the scenery outside and take a slow spoonful of her soup, she tilts her head. "From in here, it doesn't seem quite so stuffy a place, does it?"
"A pulley system? That isn't a bad idea," she admits - only Isla of course is thinking of using it for medicines and supplies and other items to send down to an outpost on the lower parts of Haulani. "I'll consider it - thanks, Melita." Sitting back in her seat to admire the scenery outside and take a slow spoonful of her soup, she tilts her head. "From in here, it doesn't seem quite so stuffy a place, does it?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
