ISLA
"I know." It isn't often that Isla will openly boast about anything, but on the subject of her daughter's perfection, the whisper leaves her freely around a warm smile. Surrendering the baby to Remi's waiting arms and using the opportunity to enjoy a long sip of iced tea and a chance to straighten up properly, she all but beams up at the Bastion. "Well if it isn't just flattery, I definitely have Torchline and its fountain to thank for it," she adds, stepping a touch closer to gaze down at Fern with adoration; to see her with Remi has her heart hurting in the best way, and she has to force her eyes back up to address the decisions being made around them.
"People argue that three is the magic number," she says with an amused smile. "As much as they say that people have partners in crime. But you're right of course - anyone silly enough to use the cannons for their own gain might get what they need in the moment, but they won't be enjoying it for very long. Two is just as good."
Isla leans towards three people, but is content to go with the majority!
"People argue that three is the magic number," she says with an amused smile. "As much as they say that people have partners in crime. But you're right of course - anyone silly enough to use the cannons for their own gain might get what they need in the moment, but they won't be enjoying it for very long. Two is just as good."
Isla leans towards three people, but is content to go with the majority!
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
