ISLA
Isla also arrives without fanfare, but that's mainly so she doesn't risk waking her daughter. The steady rhythm of her footsteps has proven to be a perfect lullaby for the infant, and so with Fern wrapped cozy and sleeping against her chest, she passes into the Court of the Stars like any other attendee. Collecting a glass of iced tea just as the floor opens for discussion, the Remedy is drawn, naturally, to the sound of her best friend's voice, and she drifts towards Remi to arrive at his side.
"I agree that the docks sounds like a good idea," she says, speaking loud enough to be heard without shouting, not wanting to startle the baby in her arms. "I assume we won't be putting it too central to any of the ships and businesses, though? I daresay cannonfire might be detrimental to their livelihoods." Not, as others have already pointed out, they are expecting to need to use the cannons much, but even so.
With her point made, she glances up to smile at the Bastion now. "Hey," she whispers. "You're a sight for sore eyes."
"I agree that the docks sounds like a good idea," she says, speaking loud enough to be heard without shouting, not wanting to startle the baby in her arms. "I assume we won't be putting it too central to any of the ships and businesses, though? I daresay cannonfire might be detrimental to their livelihoods." Not, as others have already pointed out, they are expecting to need to use the cannons much, but even so.
With her point made, she glances up to smile at the Bastion now. "Hey," she whispers. "You're a sight for sore eyes."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
