ISLA
Isla does enjoy being invited out by Remi, especially for tea and especially so soon, comparatively, since they last stepped out together. This time there's a good reason he'll be left waiting though, and it will be a touch longer than before, because the Remedy is finding it increasingly difficult to walk anywhere for a long time without being reduced to a pregnant woman's waddle. So he'll definitely be able to pick her out along the pathways, her face shaded by sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat, her hand raising in a carefree wave as she spots him.
Clearly their suspicions about Ancients have been correct, because there's zero hiding the round swell of her belly and she's long stopped trying to; her sundress is soft and flowing and unrestricted, and as she steps along the boardwalk to his side, she's already holding her arms out for a hug. "You look like you belong on a vacation brochure for Torchline," she tells him, beaming. "Luckily, I think this teahouse serves iced tea as well, so you won't faint from the heat." As if Remi the tank Taliesin is even remotely at risk of it.
"Shall we sit outside this time?"
Clearly their suspicions about Ancients have been correct, because there's zero hiding the round swell of her belly and she's long stopped trying to; her sundress is soft and flowing and unrestricted, and as she steps along the boardwalk to his side, she's already holding her arms out for a hug. "You look like you belong on a vacation brochure for Torchline," she tells him, beaming. "Luckily, I think this teahouse serves iced tea as well, so you won't faint from the heat." As if Remi the tank Taliesin is even remotely at risk of it.
"Shall we sit outside this time?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
