Isla
As promised, Isla sends word of her arrival ahead of time, checking in regularly with the captain to ensure that their journey length isn't likely to change - the last thing she wants is to upset the suddenly rigid confines of Ever's expectations. It has been a lot of mental rehearsal for her to remember the aviator as he had been when she had first known him, to remind herself of all the things he is and the things he isn't. Such thoughts make for quite a depressing trip, it's true, but she is at least more prepared when she does arrive at Stormbreak.
Opting not to bring anything with her in case the things Ever likes are completely different now to what they had been only a week or so before, instead Isla makes her way to the Pacifist Plaza with only herself, dressed in a warm coat to ward off the breezy chill of the floating city, her hair braided neatly out of her face. Arriving at the apartment where she's spent no small amount of time (though not nearly as much as in her own home, granted), Isla checks the clock in the square one final time, and finally reaches out to knock.
Opting not to bring anything with her in case the things Ever likes are completely different now to what they had been only a week or so before, instead Isla makes her way to the Pacifist Plaza with only herself, dressed in a warm coat to ward off the breezy chill of the floating city, her hair braided neatly out of her face. Arriving at the apartment where she's spent no small amount of time (though not nearly as much as in her own home, granted), Isla checks the clock in the square one final time, and finally reaches out to knock.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
