Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Gods, you're telling me," Isla agrees with a soft sigh. "The heat doesn't bother me, but it's strange to have the air feel so sticky." Add in the cool mist that rolls in off the sea so regularly, and its a clash of temperatures that really does have The Climb feeling like something clean and simple in comparison.
Leaning in as well as if Asta is about to spill some dramatic secret, what starts as relief in Isla's expression - that he's feeling better, that he's sleeping better - turns into sparkling amusement at the revelation of his new shift. Not a lyvern or a molten tiger or a cinderscourge, but a feirw. "That is so fitting," she says readily, glancing up at the fire obsidian that crowns his head.
"And believe it or not, I am more familiar with it than I would ever care to be. Ronin has had a luxere in his blood for years now, and his husband is my best friend, so... well, you have those instincts yourself now, by the sound of it. You can probably imagine what it's like. How has it been with you and Danta?" Shifting to roll to her feet and dust off her skirts, she gestures to the cracked, barren earth.
"Asta, I would love to see you prance."
Leaning in as well as if Asta is about to spill some dramatic secret, what starts as relief in Isla's expression - that he's feeling better, that he's sleeping better - turns into sparkling amusement at the revelation of his new shift. Not a lyvern or a molten tiger or a cinderscourge, but a feirw. "That is so fitting," she says readily, glancing up at the fire obsidian that crowns his head.
"And believe it or not, I am more familiar with it than I would ever care to be. Ronin has had a luxere in his blood for years now, and his husband is my best friend, so... well, you have those instincts yourself now, by the sound of it. You can probably imagine what it's like. How has it been with you and Danta?" Shifting to roll to her feet and dust off her skirts, she gestures to the cracked, barren earth.
"Asta, I would love to see you prance."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
