Isla
"Then it sounds like she is going to be born very lucky, indeed," Isla says with a smile she can't seem to wipe off her lips any longer, not even when Ever murmurs his gratitude and causes a soft curl of confusion to go thrumming through her. "And I wouldn't have any of this if it wasn't for you," she replies warmly, as if not to understate his own contributions to their relationship. Brushing her nose against the aviator's, at last Isla feels as though she might be able to concentrate enough on anything else, and she turns to angle herself more towards the selections of wood.
Listening with interest and tilting her head at the samples, eventually the Remedy shrugs her shoulders and gazes back up at Ever with a sunny smile. "Fire shouldn't be a problem," she reasons. "I can control it, and in an emergency I don't burn. That being said, I quite like birch. Perhaps we could make a driftwood mobile to hang over the crib?"
Listening with interest and tilting her head at the samples, eventually the Remedy shrugs her shoulders and gazes back up at Ever with a sunny smile. "Fire shouldn't be a problem," she reasons. "I can control it, and in an emergency I don't burn. That being said, I quite like birch. Perhaps we could make a driftwood mobile to hang over the crib?"
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
