ISLA
Whilst privately Isla might have a little chuckle at the cloud wyrms' expense, out here she at least has to pretend to be the only adult in the room, what with the medic training and all, and so at Melita's snort she can only offer her a playfully reproachful smile. Either way, her bribery seems to work, and with a little wave to see off the puffy dragonettes, she returns to the task at hand. And with Mel's sudden command (and ominous laughter) echoing in her ears and the sight of Hadama's vessel up ahead, it's pretty much all Isla can do to comply.
"Whoaaa--!" Clutching at the rail - and remembering, just about, to plunk a few more stones into the water from her steadily dwindling supply - it's with the wind dragging tears from the corners of her eyes that she realises they're pretty much on par for a head-on collision at this rate. "Mel!" Isla yells over the gale. "You sure you want to play chicken out here?" What a stupid question, in retrospect.
Isla hurls rocks and hangs on for dear life.
"Whoaaa--!" Clutching at the rail - and remembering, just about, to plunk a few more stones into the water from her steadily dwindling supply - it's with the wind dragging tears from the corners of her eyes that she realises they're pretty much on par for a head-on collision at this rate. "Mel!" Isla yells over the gale. "You sure you want to play chicken out here?" What a stupid question, in retrospect.
Isla hurls rocks and hangs on for dear life.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
