ISLA
"One would think," Isla agrees haughtily, watching as Remi sinks to his knees in the surf, giving her the perfect opportunity to 'help' him get rid of the oil on his skin - by kicking water at him, naturally. Her hands are full holding the board she'd pried from the Northaven's hull, you see, so this is the best and kindest alternative she can imagine. "Oh, I couldn't possibly test that theory. On reflection, though, I imagine you probably are right. And I'm very lucky to already have someone who can benefit from my improved skills."
Leaning the board up against him as if he's little more than a Remi-shaped rock kneeling in the shallows, Isla retreats back onto the sand with a flick of her hair over her shoulder to go and slip back into her sundress. "Did it?" she quips over her shoulder at the Bastion. "I'm very pleased it all went according to plan. Speaking of Leafchange, though, are you sure Ronin is going to be any sort of headspace to appreciate whatever party you're planning?" What with the whole fighty-stag-business, she means.
Leaning the board up against him as if he's little more than a Remi-shaped rock kneeling in the shallows, Isla retreats back onto the sand with a flick of her hair over her shoulder to go and slip back into her sundress. "Did it?" she quips over her shoulder at the Bastion. "I'm very pleased it all went according to plan. Speaking of Leafchange, though, are you sure Ronin is going to be any sort of headspace to appreciate whatever party you're planning?" What with the whole fighty-stag-business, she means.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
