ISLA
Isla doesn't know what it is about Torchline and the sea, but since her outing with Remi into The Deep (because it had felt like more than a regular deep), she's been drawn back again and again. Tonight is no different. It's late - past midnight, easily - and the Hale Ka'aila has its sandbar and glass cathedral revealed for now. Isla is free to leave her clothes there and swim to her heart's content beneath the moonlight, enjoying the way the water glides against her body, the way her senses stretch and reach for everything.
With no need to breathe and no way to feel the cold or the heat other than her sensors informing her of such, Isla is remarkably at ease out in the deep water. It's almost a shame to return, in fact, but in the end it's a necessity more than a desire. So she wades out of the water to grab up the fluffy towel she's left with her clothing, closing her eyes to listen to the roar of the water as she dries herself off. If there's such a thing as paradise, Isla thinks she might just have found it.
With no need to breathe and no way to feel the cold or the heat other than her sensors informing her of such, Isla is remarkably at ease out in the deep water. It's almost a shame to return, in fact, but in the end it's a necessity more than a desire. So she wades out of the water to grab up the fluffy towel she's left with her clothing, closing her eyes to listen to the roar of the water as she dries herself off. If there's such a thing as paradise, Isla thinks she might just have found it.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
