Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Watching as he pours the wine for them as if it's something he's been practicing all morning (which, for all Isla knows, it is), she can't help but raise her eyebrows at his confession at a new shift. Not having it in general, of course - that's par for the course with Attuned, as far as she knows - but the urges that come along with it. Biting at the inside of her cheek, she forces herself to accept her wine and take a sip to hide her smile before answering. "What shift is it?"
As for the spread, the standardised variables, and any changes she'd make, her smile this time is something easy and mischievous and she tilts her head at Ever. "I think it might be difficult to come up with a standard for a picnic," she points out. "Depending on the weather and the time of day, our clothing, setting and even our food choices may change. But for right here, right now, for this experiment? There is nothing at all about it I would change."
Taking another sip of wine before setting down her glass, she glances back towards him rather than reaching for any of the food. "The only constants throughout these experiments will be the two of us, you know. And I wouldn't change that either."
As for the spread, the standardised variables, and any changes she'd make, her smile this time is something easy and mischievous and she tilts her head at Ever. "I think it might be difficult to come up with a standard for a picnic," she points out. "Depending on the weather and the time of day, our clothing, setting and even our food choices may change. But for right here, right now, for this experiment? There is nothing at all about it I would change."
Taking another sip of wine before setting down her glass, she glances back towards him rather than reaching for any of the food. "The only constants throughout these experiments will be the two of us, you know. And I wouldn't change that either."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
