ISLA
"Oh, not at all," Isla says with a soft smile, her fondness for her daughter just the way she is shining through abundantly. "I knew there was a chance she might be born with horns and a tail, but I was actually relieved not to have to deal with bloodlust in a newborn. Can you imagine?" In a newborn, and in a toddler and a child? There was likely a reason Ancients were historically a violent and unpredictable race, she thinks.
Following the path of cloth toy and star bell as the tentacles dip and weave to keep the twins from squalling down the street, she gives Remi a gentle squeeze before releasing him so he might at least be able to drink his coffee in commiseration for his daughter committing herself to Safrin in a more permanent way. "Mm, it certainly is not," she agrees, of knowing and feeling. "But although she might not have been tricked into it or offered anything for it, what makes you think she didn't do it as a means to protect herself? She's always had to call you in as the cavalry before when things got really rough."
And it isn't as though that can continue indefinitely, especially with the twins needing their fathers just as much. Isla nods gently to hear that Ronin will be taking the lead on speaking to Flora, her smile a wry thing as she glances back at Remi. "Your husband either has a silver tongue to rival the gods, or he puts his foot straight in his mouth. Let's hope it's the former when he speaks to her."
Following the path of cloth toy and star bell as the tentacles dip and weave to keep the twins from squalling down the street, she gives Remi a gentle squeeze before releasing him so he might at least be able to drink his coffee in commiseration for his daughter committing herself to Safrin in a more permanent way. "Mm, it certainly is not," she agrees, of knowing and feeling. "But although she might not have been tricked into it or offered anything for it, what makes you think she didn't do it as a means to protect herself? She's always had to call you in as the cavalry before when things got really rough."
And it isn't as though that can continue indefinitely, especially with the twins needing their fathers just as much. Isla nods gently to hear that Ronin will be taking the lead on speaking to Flora, her smile a wry thing as she glances back at Remi. "Your husband either has a silver tongue to rival the gods, or he puts his foot straight in his mouth. Let's hope it's the former when he speaks to her."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
