ISLA
"One day," Isla says, her voice cutting smoothly through the whisper of surf as the Northaven groans to a halt in the sand, "you're going to put your back out doing shit like that. Or pop a shoulder out of place. And when you do, I'll be there waiting at the clinic with a lecture all ready for you." The stern expression of medical concern she's adopted soon melts into a cheeky smile, the Remedy falling to a halt on the shore, a sunhat shading her eyes from the dying light, a basket hung over one arm.
"Hey," she adds cheerfully. "I heard about what happened at..." She doesn't want to call it a party, so she merely waggles her fingers down the beach in the distance, where Pierce's shindig had taken place. "I brought a few things for you and Ronin, in case you had trouble sleeping or needed some extra healing water. There are also a lot of snacks." Because whilst the Taliesins likely have healing aplenty, they are also perpetually hungry.
"Hey," she adds cheerfully. "I heard about what happened at..." She doesn't want to call it a party, so she merely waggles her fingers down the beach in the distance, where Pierce's shindig had taken place. "I brought a few things for you and Ronin, in case you had trouble sleeping or needed some extra healing water. There are also a lot of snacks." Because whilst the Taliesins likely have healing aplenty, they are also perpetually hungry.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
