"Well I'm very glad, because the feeling is mutual," Isla murmured, grinning and glancing up at the bard as they strolled together. She promised herself distantly, in the back of her head, that she would come back to the subject of his apparent fatigue, but for now in the light of the tree, Isla slid her arm out of his and began to meander towards the trunk. "The Voice, yes," she said to him over her shoulder, glancing back at him very briefly before falling to a halt in front of the glowing hollow.
"Is she here, I wonder..." Information, the Voice had told her once, was carried in the pulsing light that wreathed her. Did that mean she was in the trees? Silently, Isla called out to her patron. If nothing else, she wished to express her gratitude.
"Is she here, I wonder..." Information, the Voice had told her once, was carried in the pulsing light that wreathed her. Did that mean she was in the trees? Silently, Isla called out to her patron. If nothing else, she wished to express her gratitude.
