The night fell and Isla felt as though she could breathe. More than breathe - she felt lighter than air, and her footsteps barely left a mark on the snow as she flitted out from the Infirmary and towards the Woodlands. She wore a coat of dusty grey that nearly made her blend into the night, though she left it unbuttoned, needing no protection from the cold.
With eyes flashing unnaturally in the darkness, piercing it with ease, she made her way to the tree Jigano had spoken about in no time at all. And as she grew close her keen hearing picked up on the rich beauty of his voice, too, Isla smiling and falling to a more natural pace.
Soon enough she came upon him and the tree both, glancing up and finding it disappointingly mute. "Good evening," she greeted warmly, resting her hands in her pockets. "I thought this tree was meant to glow? I think you may have been duped, my friend."
With eyes flashing unnaturally in the darkness, piercing it with ease, she made her way to the tree Jigano had spoken about in no time at all. And as she grew close her keen hearing picked up on the rich beauty of his voice, too, Isla smiling and falling to a more natural pace.
Soon enough she came upon him and the tree both, glancing up and finding it disappointingly mute. "Good evening," she greeted warmly, resting her hands in her pockets. "I thought this tree was meant to glow? I think you may have been duped, my friend."
