ISLA
"Into hearts? How whimsical of you," Isla says, brushing a bit of sand off her (very wet) dress and turning her back to the sun so it can help to dry her off with its lingering heat. "I'm not sure how good it will be at being a projectile if it's heart-shaped, but hopefully you can throw well enough that it won't make a difference." And as for Ronin and his whatever lesson he may or may not have learned, the Remedy scoffs out a warm laugh.
"While I don't doubt you, if there's ever a season where I don't want to test that theory, it's Leafchange," she points out with a raise of her eyebrow; poking at Ronin when he's at his most unpredictable sounds like a recipe for disaster, one she doesn't want to stir up if she can help it. "And I would never give such an agreement in earshot of his husband," she adds with a smirk, before glancing back to the Northaven. "At least he'll be none the wiser about your brief renovation."
"While I don't doubt you, if there's ever a season where I don't want to test that theory, it's Leafchange," she points out with a raise of her eyebrow; poking at Ronin when he's at his most unpredictable sounds like a recipe for disaster, one she doesn't want to stir up if she can help it. "And I would never give such an agreement in earshot of his husband," she adds with a smirk, before glancing back to the Northaven. "At least he'll be none the wiser about your brief renovation."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
