so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
Isla, to the eyes of the good and the righteous, has rescued Everest Hart, pulling him out from under the influence of The Family and the clutches of the void. She's done something kind and brave and necessary, bringing the world one tiny step closer towards balance.
She's also ruined both of their lives.
Having left her clinic in the very capable hands of the other medics and healers present, Isla hasn't been home for days, preferring to sleep in the molten fur of a tigress and to spend her days on the wing, feathers straining against the gales that whip around Apopo. Only this morning finds her on her own two feet, bare toes on the hot stone as she strolls the coast and the hot, churning waters below.
Unglamoured, her tail flicks at her heels for balance as she hops from one warm boulder to another, approaching a cluster of plants that look as if they might hold molten pineapples, if she's lucky. The sky overhead is hazy with the blush of sunrise, marred by blooming clouds that suggest a storm is on the way.
She's also ruined both of their lives.
Having left her clinic in the very capable hands of the other medics and healers present, Isla hasn't been home for days, preferring to sleep in the molten fur of a tigress and to spend her days on the wing, feathers straining against the gales that whip around Apopo. Only this morning finds her on her own two feet, bare toes on the hot stone as she strolls the coast and the hot, churning waters below.
Unglamoured, her tail flicks at her heels for balance as she hops from one warm boulder to another, approaching a cluster of plants that look as if they might hold molten pineapples, if she's lucky. The sky overhead is hazy with the blush of sunrise, marred by blooming clouds that suggest a storm is on the way.
