lose your faith in me [open]

ISLA evil is a point of view "Oh?" Isla offered a somewhat crooked smile in return at hearing that he had seen some things of his own, not that she was inclined to disbelieve him at all. They had all seen things, she had learned from the Outlanders of this place - and the Naturals, too. It was just the calibre of what they had seen that changed. Some traumas were mundane, while others were more of the supernatural ilk. She nodded in response to his question. "Yes, I arrived... just as the leaves began to fall from the trees, I think," she murmured. "I wasn't... like this, then. But there are deities here, at least that's what they call them. I asked to become this and the goddess - the Voice, she calls herself - helped me to change. That is who we will be visiting tomorrow." Hopefully, anyway. She couldn't guarantee that anyone would answer the call. Smiling warmly once more to Aedion, she nodded. "You can stay in this room for now, if you like. It's late and it should hopefully stay quiet. Should let you get some rest."