Isla
He is a picture perfect host, and for a fraction of a second Isla is reminded of her life as a duchess, when she wasn't playing field medic to soldiers with infections, of course. With a polite smile to Bastien, she shakes his hand and follows him wherever he wants to seat them. "What is it you were painting?" she asks curiously, before she can help herself, the doctor seating herself on the couch opposite and watching as Bastien gets very comfortable indeed.
"I was wondering if you might be interested in joining an organisation we are considering setting up," she begins softly; despite how she wants to come across, it still sort of sounds like a secret. Because it is, Isla supposes. "There are those among the Ascended who would see us all live in peace. Who would come together, beyond the Voice, the old gods and any other deity, to oppose this coming war."
"I was wondering if you might be interested in joining an organisation we are considering setting up," she begins softly; despite how she wants to come across, it still sort of sounds like a secret. Because it is, Isla supposes. "There are those among the Ascended who would see us all live in peace. Who would come together, beyond the Voice, the old gods and any other deity, to oppose this coming war."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
