Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Having also helped herself to a glass of iced tea, Isla smiles a greeting to Kaisel as he arrives. "Hello," she chimes, eyebrows raising a little as she's called cool - or at least her moniker is - for perhaps one of the first times in her adult life. Isla is called a lot of things by a lot of people; cool is rarely one of them. "Ah, thank you. It isn't very often that I need to use it," she says with a warm laugh, glancing towards Everest as he straightens up abruptly beside her.
Unable to tell whether the aviator has certain feelings or reservations towards Kai or if this is just the flavour of Ever they're getting today, Isla nevertheless lays a gentle hand on his arm and glances between them. "We should start bottling the water before it starts raining again," she says, gesturing to the bottles and the fountain just behind them. "Let's start by filling them all up." And now that they've been nudged somewhat in the right direction, Isla tilts her head at Kai.
"You couldn't speak?"
Let's grab some bottles and start filling them with fountain water!
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
