if it falls, I would hold on for all it's worth.

Isla

to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering

"Ah, but of course. I ought to have known - a wise addition, in that case," Isla concedes with a dry smile back towards Ever. Her steps are smooth and unhurried, but nevertheless take them down a set of steps and past the vendor stalls towards the quiet, somewhat lonely stretch of beach Ever had indicated. Less popular perhaps because it's more rocky, more encroached upon by the foliage of the trees and shrubbery, Isla likes it right away.

Glancing back up at the aviator - and perhaps brushing against him accidentally as she slips out of her sandals in preparation to walk across the beach - Isla's smile is something quietly pleased and infinitely charmed. "I'm glad. And you are dressed up perfectly for a Torchline outing," she assures him, resisting the urge to reach out and brush soft fingers across the linen of his shirt. "I like it. You look good like this."

Sun-dappled and walking with ease, she means, more than any choice of outfit, but it all counts towards the whole. "Do you see anywhere good to set up our picnic?"

fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself

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