Isla
"For enough salt to pour into the fountain to purify it? I imagine so," Isla says with an apologetic smile, though she nods encouragingly towards the jugs that Melita has brought. "I'd say if I pour a little at a time and boil it, though, we'll see results quite quickly." She hopes, anyway. Accepting the offered jug, Isla takes a little time on the beach to get set up while Melita wades into the shallows, putting up the umbrella and wedging it deep into the sand so they can angle themselves away from the worst of the wind.
With that done and the jar also half buried to prevent it tipping over, she pads over to join Mel in collecting up more seawater. "I wish we were doing this in Longheat," she says with a quiet laugh - the fire wouldn't bother her as an Ancient, but the sunshine and sea would likely be a lot more tolerable. "How are things with you, anyway?"
With that done and the jar also half buried to prevent it tipping over, she pads over to join Mel in collecting up more seawater. "I wish we were doing this in Longheat," she says with a quiet laugh - the fire wouldn't bother her as an Ancient, but the sunshine and sea would likely be a lot more tolerable. "How are things with you, anyway?"
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
