Isla
The inevitable happens, and Isla's smile of course fades to hear about the Order and its objectives. She lets out a sigh with breath she doesn't need, leaning back a bit in her chair. "And I imagine they would not be content merely to just let us live in peace and get on with things?" Impossible, she knows, because whilst the likes of she and Sam and others might not wish to fight, the Voice would always want to reach for the stars. And that in itself would be a cause for friction and conflict.
"I suppose it is to be expected. Just an extreme manifestation of what we were talking about, about not everyone always liking you." Her smile returns as a sad shadow of its former sweetness, and Isla sits up again. "Onwards and upwards, though. If we meet in the Atheneum, then, when do you propose we hold our first get together? How many others do we have on board so far?"
"I suppose it is to be expected. Just an extreme manifestation of what we were talking about, about not everyone always liking you." Her smile returns as a sad shadow of its former sweetness, and Isla sits up again. "Onwards and upwards, though. If we meet in the Atheneum, then, when do you propose we hold our first get together? How many others do we have on board so far?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
