ISLA
Is it? Well, I do apologi-- hey! Isla's mental laugh is as carefree as it gets, as a tentacle wraps around her own to tug her along a bit. Still unused to the form, her limbs flail a bit rather than moving as one, and were it not for the fact that they were in the Maw, she's got an idea that any and all wildlife would be fleeing them. Still, there's space and time galore for her to get the hang of it, as Remi says, and she listens intently before trying to corral her tentacles. (She's almost got it, she's sure).
Oh, so almost like... kicking off the side of a bank in a river and letting yourself propel along? But with more going on, obviously...
Letting herself freefall into the deep, Isla blankets all available space, or that's how it feels at least. I would love to. I bet we could travel all of Caido like this...
Oh, so almost like... kicking off the side of a bank in a river and letting yourself propel along? But with more going on, obviously...
Letting herself freefall into the deep, Isla blankets all available space, or that's how it feels at least. I would love to. I bet we could travel all of Caido like this...
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
