ISLA
"Logic would suggest that, with six of you in total helping to do the work, the strain on your backs would be comparatively minor," Isla says haughtily, though her expression remains open and playful as Remi wades out of the shallows to kiss her cheek. Clearly not minding whether or not she gets damp, she reaches out to wrap an arm around him, hugging him tightly even if only briefly, as if to express her gratitude for his safety.
Drawing back enough to glance at the basket and lift the blanket covering everything, Remi will find an array of cured meats, cheeses, jams and chutneys, as well as a couple of loaves of artisan bread and some ripe fruits. The more medical-minded of her gifts are tucked at the bottom of the basket, of course, where she knows the Taliesins will inevitably eat their way towards them. "On the contrary," she objects, "I don't think you are spoiled nearly enough. So shut up and enjoy them."
Grinning and handing him the basket, she listens carefully as he speaks about earlier events. "I'm glad no one was seriously hurt. I heard Sunjata got banged up a bit, though. And some may call it wise, others might see it as cowardly. I just... I don't have the thirst for war that I once did. My father used to say that it's possible to see too much of the worst kind of thing. I'm starting to think he was right."
Drawing back enough to glance at the basket and lift the blanket covering everything, Remi will find an array of cured meats, cheeses, jams and chutneys, as well as a couple of loaves of artisan bread and some ripe fruits. The more medical-minded of her gifts are tucked at the bottom of the basket, of course, where she knows the Taliesins will inevitably eat their way towards them. "On the contrary," she objects, "I don't think you are spoiled nearly enough. So shut up and enjoy them."
Grinning and handing him the basket, she listens carefully as he speaks about earlier events. "I'm glad no one was seriously hurt. I heard Sunjata got banged up a bit, though. And some may call it wise, others might see it as cowardly. I just... I don't have the thirst for war that I once did. My father used to say that it's possible to see too much of the worst kind of thing. I'm starting to think he was right."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
