Isla
one bright morning goes so easy
Isla steps silently into the proceedings, lingering unseen in the crowd as Flora speaks and a few people respond, the soft shawl she wears wrapped tight around her shoulders, held fast by her folded arms. Barefoot, still, and looking as if she's not long stepped in from the sooty crags of Apopo, she has to clear her throat before she speaks to ensure her voice carries enough to be heard.
"I think I agree, that it should be Haulani," she says, "though there are certainly merits to both. But even if our livelihoods are on the coast, the city is where the families of those workers live and sleep and feel safe. It may be easier to defend, too." Of course it does mean that the larger part of their region will be left open to The Family, if not necessarily to the void.
Sacrifices are necessary, though, regardless of the choices made.
"I think I agree, that it should be Haulani," she says, "though there are certainly merits to both. But even if our livelihoods are on the coast, the city is where the families of those workers live and sleep and feel safe. It may be easier to defend, too." Of course it does mean that the larger part of their region will be left open to The Family, if not necessarily to the void.
Sacrifices are necessary, though, regardless of the choices made.
darkness always finds you either way
