Isla
Even in Deepfrost, it is dangerous for Isla to be here in Torchline. But on a quest for knowledge, the medic is insatiable. And call it itchy feet from the whole being dead thing, but she just needs to get out there and see the world. On two feet this time, and with less clip-clopping. So when she arrives at the islands, it's at dusk - even then, she still has a parasol to shade her from any lingering rays of light.
People talk, and Isla prides herself on listening, especially when it pertains to her profession. And she has heard of a medical centre set up in Torchline by a fellow Ascended, though she's unsure of his name, or the guild's name, or... anything else, in that regard. Hopefully at least some of those questions might be answered before her return to the Grounds.
For now Isla walks the streets of Haulani with careful and lingering steps, her golden hair pinned up in a simple style which leaves a few curls escaping down her back. She is in no rush, and the closing darkness does little to impede her wandering. If it takes all night, it is still a worthwhile trip.
People talk, and Isla prides herself on listening, especially when it pertains to her profession. And she has heard of a medical centre set up in Torchline by a fellow Ascended, though she's unsure of his name, or the guild's name, or... anything else, in that regard. Hopefully at least some of those questions might be answered before her return to the Grounds.
For now Isla walks the streets of Haulani with careful and lingering steps, her golden hair pinned up in a simple style which leaves a few curls escaping down her back. She is in no rush, and the closing darkness does little to impede her wandering. If it takes all night, it is still a worthwhile trip.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
