ISLA
Isla nods gently, thinking she might do just that when she next got the chance. It couldn't hurt, and Varus makes a very good point regarding the line to her that Ludo might take. "Alright. I'll go and see the Voice when we get back to the Hollowed Grounds," she decides, even if confirming those kinds of plans sets a lead weight in the pit of her stomach. It's a heaviness they share, it seems, and her steps slow further as they make their way off the sandbar of the Hale Ka'aila and back onto the beach proper.
"Oh, I see," she says, her exuberance dying further. Because she forgets that, for all the jokes and the lol three hundred years ago stuff, he has been through this all before. Unconsciously she gives his arm another gentle squeeze, stepping a little closer as they stroll. "What was it like?" she asks, meaning the first war. And then to hear about his house as well? She smiles sadly. "Was there anything left for you to take out of there?" she wonders.
"Oh, I see," she says, her exuberance dying further. Because she forgets that, for all the jokes and the lol three hundred years ago stuff, he has been through this all before. Unconsciously she gives his arm another gentle squeeze, stepping a little closer as they stroll. "What was it like?" she asks, meaning the first war. And then to hear about his house as well? She smiles sadly. "Was there anything left for you to take out of there?" she wonders.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
