ISLA
”Thank you,” Isla says to Hadama, her tone equally as serious, though the smile playing across her lips as she glances at him out of the corner of her eye very much gives her away. ”I have been practicing.” Letting out a relieved sigh to see that Melita, of all of them, has managed to calm their spooked steed, she presses forward to return some of the rocks to the sacks, opting to keep the rest so she can continue to place them.
”Mm, I also have a gore crow shift,” she tells the Tidebreaker. ”Though I don’t know if that would have done as much good against the hels.” Now, for better or worse, they’ll probably never know. Smiling to Mel as the other woman takes the reins, Isla continues setting down stones and pretends not to listen to the lyrical genius between Mel and the horse; her quiet laughter, however, proves that she’s not doing quite as good a job as she might hope.
Isla keeps placing stones!
”Mm, I also have a gore crow shift,” she tells the Tidebreaker. ”Though I don’t know if that would have done as much good against the hels.” Now, for better or worse, they’ll probably never know. Smiling to Mel as the other woman takes the reins, Isla continues setting down stones and pretends not to listen to the lyrical genius between Mel and the horse; her quiet laughter, however, proves that she’s not doing quite as good a job as she might hope.
Isla keeps placing stones!
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
