Isla
babe, there's something so lonesome about you
Glancing up as she notices the circling hels - not to mention the larger one that already seems to be trying to make its way off with their rock-haul, Isla is about to suggest a few more, er, humane methods of discouraging them, but Melita is already gung-ho with her fire. Which, really, from what she knows of the Honeybee, everyone ought to have expected. (And been surprised that it hadn’t come into play before now, honestly).
”Ah,” Isla says. ”Right.”
Still not convinced that skewering the birds is entirely the right course of action, she nevertheless contributes her part to the proceedings, promptly exchanging skirts and legs for the sleek, molten gold and orange of a tiger. Shaking herself off - and flecking the ground with splashes of liquid gold as she does so - Isla peers up at the feathered pests and lets out a fierce sounding roar in the hope of spooking them off.
And if that doesn’t work, she’s not beyond swatting at them with paws either.
Isla roars at the hels as a molten tiger to try and spook them away!
”Ah,” Isla says. ”Right.”
Still not convinced that skewering the birds is entirely the right course of action, she nevertheless contributes her part to the proceedings, promptly exchanging skirts and legs for the sleek, molten gold and orange of a tiger. Shaking herself off - and flecking the ground with splashes of liquid gold as she does so - Isla peers up at the feathered pests and lets out a fierce sounding roar in the hope of spooking them off.
And if that doesn’t work, she’s not beyond swatting at them with paws either.
Isla roars at the hels as a molten tiger to try and spook them away!
something so wholesome about you
