Isla
By now Isla would have already been making her first incisions to rid Cal of his pesky useless arm, but as he speaks about King's End, about a fight, about wiping out most of the Ascended, she falters. Never mind his effortless and crooked charm - suddenly she's under the distinct impression that the man before her is from a time far, far beyond this one. "No, I'm not new here." She shakes her head gently, downing tools so she can regard him properly.
"If I told you that it was the year 312PC, in Flowerbirth, would that make sense to you?" she asks. It might seem a leap, but with Aamu so recently making an appearance, Isla is more readily able to jump to those sorts of conclusions than she otherwise might be. "I don't know where you have been, but there wasn't a fight in King's End a few weeks ago. Not that I have heard, anyway. And given how few Ascended there are... I feel we would know if most of us were wiped out."
"If I told you that it was the year 312PC, in Flowerbirth, would that make sense to you?" she asks. It might seem a leap, but with Aamu so recently making an appearance, Isla is more readily able to jump to those sorts of conclusions than she otherwise might be. "I don't know where you have been, but there wasn't a fight in King's End a few weeks ago. Not that I have heard, anyway. And given how few Ascended there are... I feel we would know if most of us were wiped out."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
