Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Mm, so I heard. And now a little too far on the drier side, right?" Isla laughs; she knows which she would prefer, but perhaps King's End likes it muddy? Pausing so Sunjata can order as well and not seeming at all surprised as he opts for refreshing over alcoholic, as he responds to her question with a false start, her blue eyes soften a bit and she glances over him as if seeing him again properly for the first time. "I've seen you a lot worse than okay, at least," she says with a wry smile, another question forming on her lips when he passes the buck back to her.
It feels strange to be sharing what she considers very good news on the heels of knowing Sunjata isn't doing so well, Isla worrying at her lower lip before deciding to commit anyway - it's why she'd come to visit, after all. Her expression melts back into a smile, this one sincere and quietly, shyly pleased, and she lifts her gaze to meet the Flood's. "Ever and I are having a baby," she says, opting not to sugarcoat with preamble. "We didn't plan for it, but we're excited. Nervous too, but..." She laughs a bit, shrugging sheepishly. The more people she tells the easier it becomes, and now it feels exciting too.
It feels strange to be sharing what she considers very good news on the heels of knowing Sunjata isn't doing so well, Isla worrying at her lower lip before deciding to commit anyway - it's why she'd come to visit, after all. Her expression melts back into a smile, this one sincere and quietly, shyly pleased, and she lifts her gaze to meet the Flood's. "Ever and I are having a baby," she says, opting not to sugarcoat with preamble. "We didn't plan for it, but we're excited. Nervous too, but..." She laughs a bit, shrugging sheepishly. The more people she tells the easier it becomes, and now it feels exciting too.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
