Isla
Slow at first sounds best. Isla's mental voice doesn't change in terms of accent, but there is something softly dangerous about it, as though she's suppressing a large part of what wants to make it down the Attuned bond, as well as out through her claws or the sting in her tail. Snorting out a breath as an acknowledgement of Remi's instructions, she waits for the others to get into the air before taking that running start.
And it's a bit clumsy, at first, but she leans into the instincts that are all but screaming in her veins, and lo and behold, suddenly she's airborne. The crooning sort of roar that leaves her throat might be construed as Isla informing them that she's fine and happy to bring up the rear in these operations, but in reality it's pure and savage joy that she feels, being up in the clouds.
Isla flies!
And it's a bit clumsy, at first, but she leans into the instincts that are all but screaming in her veins, and lo and behold, suddenly she's airborne. The crooning sort of roar that leaves her throat might be construed as Isla informing them that she's fine and happy to bring up the rear in these operations, but in reality it's pure and savage joy that she feels, being up in the clouds.
Isla flies!
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
