ISLA
"Sounds good to me," Isla calls her agreement to Hadama, casting him a wave before climbing aboard the Firecracker, keeping a sack of the shiny stones beside her as Melita prepares to lift them off. "Already on it," she assures the other woman with a fanged smile. "You just concentrate on getting us to that mid-point faster than Hadama. I know it isn't a race, but thinking of it as a competition will keep things exciting, no?"
Settling herself and keeping her skirts wrapped tightly in hand so they don't billow out everywhere as Mel flies them, skimming across the water, Isla drops the stones at a steady pace. The plunk of their landing in the water is somewhat lost in the gale and the flapping of the sails, but Isla imagines it's very satisfying either way. "How fast can she go?" she calls over her shoulder with a challenging raise of her eyebrows, as if keen to see how the Firecracker does under pressure.
Isla drops rocks!
Settling herself and keeping her skirts wrapped tightly in hand so they don't billow out everywhere as Mel flies them, skimming across the water, Isla drops the stones at a steady pace. The plunk of their landing in the water is somewhat lost in the gale and the flapping of the sails, but Isla imagines it's very satisfying either way. "How fast can she go?" she calls over her shoulder with a challenging raise of her eyebrows, as if keen to see how the Firecracker does under pressure.
Isla drops rocks!
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
