Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Isla does not mind at all, the Remedy seeming perfectly content in the foyer even if everyone else looks overheated or has dressed down to the point of immodesty to keep cool. (Not that immodesty is really possible in a brothel of all places). As Sunjata appears she's already stepping forward with a dazzling, fanged grin, hugging him in return even as she apologises for undoubtedly being yet another source of heat in the House. "Hello, Sunny," she trills. "Sorry it took so long for me to come and visit. C'mon, let's get a seat."
Knowing the House like the back of her hand given that she had helped to construct it, she breezes over to a booth by one of the windows so she can sit and open it for Sunjata to enjoy the cross-breeze. As for refreshments, Isla opts for a pot of tea and whatever desserts are going, having found herself with a particularly sweet tooth as of late. "I've been good," she tells him once she's placed her order and has settled herself in her seat. "More than good, actually. I have news to share. But first, how are you?"
Knowing the House like the back of her hand given that she had helped to construct it, she breezes over to a booth by one of the windows so she can sit and open it for Sunjata to enjoy the cross-breeze. As for refreshments, Isla opts for a pot of tea and whatever desserts are going, having found herself with a particularly sweet tooth as of late. "I've been good," she tells him once she's placed her order and has settled herself in her seat. "More than good, actually. I have news to share. But first, how are you?"
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
