Isla
"Probably," Isla agrees with a soft smile, of that magical in between that they're all searching for. "I bet it's a lot easier when you aren't a demigod as well, granted." Her smile twists towards amusement for a brief moment - it isn't as if Mel could fully switch off even if she wanted to these days, not with her tether to Ludo - before fading. "Though I have been seeing a lot of rubber ducks around the place lately."
Raising her eyebrows - because obviously Mel doesn't have anything to do with that - Isla refocuses her efforts on her scorch magic, working dilligently until the other woman speaks up again at last. "I think you might be right." The jar is mostly full, Isla dusting off her hands as if to dismiss the fire at her fingertips and reaching out to look properly. "We don't want to make the water taste salty, so I think this should do it," she agrees. "Which I'm not complaining about. Come on, before it starts to pour down again."
Raising her eyebrows - because obviously Mel doesn't have anything to do with that - Isla refocuses her efforts on her scorch magic, working dilligently until the other woman speaks up again at last. "I think you might be right." The jar is mostly full, Isla dusting off her hands as if to dismiss the fire at her fingertips and reaching out to look properly. "We don't want to make the water taste salty, so I think this should do it," she agrees. "Which I'm not complaining about. Come on, before it starts to pour down again."
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
