ISLA
"I'm glad to hear it." Isla says with honest warmth, pleased that her suggestion has landed well given that Ever has already self-confessed to having strong instincts when it comes to this new shift of his. And strong instincts can easily translate to strong feelings, in her experience. "Perhaps once you've made your initial observations, we can get a selection of driftwood to compare. Or we can even make our own - that way you can see if there's a difference between, say, cedar that becomes driftwood, to something like pine when it's subject to those conditions."
Bouncing her eyebrows in approval as he confirms the correct stance on numerical scales, Isla can't help but let a smile sneak across her face, all too willingly linking her arm with Ever's. "Laminated scoring cards," she whispers, as if sharing a secret. "You're going to make a girl swoon, Ever." Giving his arm an affectionate squeeze, she nods and gestures towards where she'd noticed the relevant store the prior afternoon.
Not even a single joke about one particular hardwood that's in Torchline that she'd like to start with. Sigh.
Bouncing her eyebrows in approval as he confirms the correct stance on numerical scales, Isla can't help but let a smile sneak across her face, all too willingly linking her arm with Ever's. "Laminated scoring cards," she whispers, as if sharing a secret. "You're going to make a girl swoon, Ever." Giving his arm an affectionate squeeze, she nods and gestures towards where she'd noticed the relevant store the prior afternoon.
Not even a single joke about one particular hardwood that's in Torchline that she'd like to start with. Sigh.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
