[SEASONAL THREAD] Keep the Fire Alive

As the voice continued to speak Isla recognised it further, her brows knotted into a curious frown as she tried to decipher how she knew this person. But as they drew close to one another, her eyes cutting easily through the shadows, she recognised Rory and straightened up, a grin flashing across her face. "Yes," she said with a bright nod. "We are? Well, Rory - it would be wrong of me not to share after I just told you there was so much here to collect. Let's get as much as we can." Beckoning him further, she turned back towards the deadfall of branches that would make suitable kindling. "How are you? It feels like it has been years since I first met you out here, you know. It's hard to believe it has only been... well, a few months if that, right?" Isla the flesh is weak