ISLA
Isla laughs at that, shrugging her shoulders as if to say it isn't entirely implausible. "I think she may be an Attuned, so two out of three isn't bad," she says. "I will stay above the water on the wing though, I think. I feel like the best Ancients can do are lava wyrms, and they still probably won't thrive in the ocean." She doesn't want to miss any more of Fern's childhood by virtue of being a statue at the bottom of the Arclight.
They continue to meander along together, steering around uneven ground to keep the twins happy and sipping at their coffee, and for a moment it's so unexpectedly normal that Isla isn't sure what to do with the joy she feels expanding in her chest. But as Remi offers her gossip, her eyebrows rise up beneath her curls and she tilts her head. "I can think of only one," she confesses, "though I think the world might have gone and stolen your thunder for telling me. It isn't every day the Queen of Torchline becomes known as the Hot Take, you know."
Still, her smile softens into something more careful, and her steps slow in case Remi wants to stop and talk about it properly. "Are you and Ronin alright?"
They continue to meander along together, steering around uneven ground to keep the twins happy and sipping at their coffee, and for a moment it's so unexpectedly normal that Isla isn't sure what to do with the joy she feels expanding in her chest. But as Remi offers her gossip, her eyebrows rise up beneath her curls and she tilts her head. "I can think of only one," she confesses, "though I think the world might have gone and stolen your thunder for telling me. It isn't every day the Queen of Torchline becomes known as the Hot Take, you know."
Still, her smile softens into something more careful, and her steps slow in case Remi wants to stop and talk about it properly. "Are you and Ronin alright?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
