ISLA
"Hey, I've seen the way the Torchline kids gawk after Ronin, pretending to be knights or dragons or both. It's not entirely a delusion." Isla grins, distantly wondering whether her child will do the same. More likely, she imagines, if they try to emulate anyone it'll be Everest with his music or Mateo with his botany, but she doesn't say that out loud.
Wincing on Remi's behalf as he's scolded by the heat of his teacup, she's reached out to skewer a bit of cake on a fork when he offers his acceptance as a godparent. Smiling, fully appreciative of the weight of the ask and the memories associated with it, Isla is nearly glowing with the joy of it. She doesn't have Ronin's literal radiance to illuminate the teahouse, but the metaphor still stands. "Thank you," she murmurs.
Enjoying her bite of cake before surrendering to the warm spice of her tea again, Isla luckily isn't mid-sip when Remi mentions Flora's threats of marriage, the Remedy scoffing a laugh and shaking her head. "At least that means she's happy?" she ventures. "It certainly sounds like it's going well. I'm pleased for her - I know it's been a bumpy road."
Wincing on Remi's behalf as he's scolded by the heat of his teacup, she's reached out to skewer a bit of cake on a fork when he offers his acceptance as a godparent. Smiling, fully appreciative of the weight of the ask and the memories associated with it, Isla is nearly glowing with the joy of it. She doesn't have Ronin's literal radiance to illuminate the teahouse, but the metaphor still stands. "Thank you," she murmurs.
Enjoying her bite of cake before surrendering to the warm spice of her tea again, Isla luckily isn't mid-sip when Remi mentions Flora's threats of marriage, the Remedy scoffing a laugh and shaking her head. "At least that means she's happy?" she ventures. "It certainly sounds like it's going well. I'm pleased for her - I know it's been a bumpy road."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
