Isla
"No need to knock - come on in!" Isla's voice will echo through the open windows of the clinic, letting in what little cool breeze there might be from the sea. It sets the drapes to fluttering inside the waiting room of the clinic, bringing with it the scent of mint and jasmine and any other herbs and flowers from the window boxes she's set up outside. Maea will find the space empty for now - Isla rarely gets emergencies unless someone is too far out from the healing fountain - and her next appointment isn't for some time.
It's just the Remedy today as well; having given her other medics leave to enjoy the sunshine, she doesn't feel any of the pain of remaining cooped up in the heat. A study in opposites, Isla comes to the front desk clad in a light, floral sundress, her golden hair lifted up into a high tail, her glamour in place as it almost always is. Were it not for the combination of shifts and magic in her blood, she might have just been another Accepted.
"Maea," she trills in greeting, able to recognise the pale Ancient anywhere. "Long time no see. How have you been? Is everything alright?"
It's just the Remedy today as well; having given her other medics leave to enjoy the sunshine, she doesn't feel any of the pain of remaining cooped up in the heat. A study in opposites, Isla comes to the front desk clad in a light, floral sundress, her golden hair lifted up into a high tail, her glamour in place as it almost always is. Were it not for the combination of shifts and magic in her blood, she might have just been another Accepted.
"Maea," she trills in greeting, able to recognise the pale Ancient anywhere. "Long time no see. How have you been? Is everything alright?"
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
