Isla
Laughing warmly as their glasses chime off one another, Isla raises her own in a toast as well before taking a drink, content to let those sleeping water-balloon-dogs lie, evidently. Now that the distraction of the Karens and their incessant noise isn't so blatant, she's content to enjoy her food and wine in peace, soon polishing off the sandwich and vegetables and sipping her soup as Mel considers Stormbreak as a whole.
"The Pacifist Plaza, you mean? I confess I've never actually been there," she admits, tilting her head up towards the shadow of The Tower again. "Stormbreak still feels quite new to me, despite living under it in Torchline. As Ascended we weren't exactly welcome here, and the feeling has never really left despite being Ancient now." Even if she sees others like herself quite contently walking the streets, shopping and enjoying the city.
"The Pacifist Plaza, you mean? I confess I've never actually been there," she admits, tilting her head up towards the shadow of The Tower again. "Stormbreak still feels quite new to me, despite living under it in Torchline. As Ascended we weren't exactly welcome here, and the feeling has never really left despite being Ancient now." Even if she sees others like herself quite contently walking the streets, shopping and enjoying the city.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
