Isla
Having been cordially invited by the Maverick himself, of course Isla is not going to miss Asta's birthday party for the world. It's a good thing that King's End has a skyport these days, though, because it takes a not inconsiderable amount of planning to get her from the House of Midnight to the Dusklight, and that's without taking into account her wardrobe change. But with more than a few contacts, still, at the Infirmary, Isla is able to secure a place to stay and enough time to get presentable before she sets off towards the brothel.
Sweeping through the entrance right on time - and with a blush on her cheeks and a curl of guilt in her belly at the reminder of the last time she'd been here, and who isn't here with her right now - Isla exchanges a few brief words of greeting with Danta before heading further into the festivities. She hangs her coat on a rack and smooths out the fabric of the sleek, forest green dress she's donned, before setting her gift - a beautifully wrapped box containing a curated selection of the finest tea she's been able to procure from Torchline's merchant ships - down on a designated table.
Not spotting the birthday boy just yet, the Remedy takes the opportunity to get herself a drink from the bar in the meantime, smiling to hear the snippets of vibrant conversation from the wait staff.
Sweeping through the entrance right on time - and with a blush on her cheeks and a curl of guilt in her belly at the reminder of the last time she'd been here, and who isn't here with her right now - Isla exchanges a few brief words of greeting with Danta before heading further into the festivities. She hangs her coat on a rack and smooths out the fabric of the sleek, forest green dress she's donned, before setting her gift - a beautifully wrapped box containing a curated selection of the finest tea she's been able to procure from Torchline's merchant ships - down on a designated table.
Not spotting the birthday boy just yet, the Remedy takes the opportunity to get herself a drink from the bar in the meantime, smiling to hear the snippets of vibrant conversation from the wait staff.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
