ISLA
"Don't fish live in the sea? If anyone owns it, they do," Isla points out, if only so she can give a little banter back and not seem like such a ferocious nerd. Still, she sobers somewhat at the mere thought of being stuck in the belly of a ghostwhale, her nose wrinkling. "Well now I really don't want to go swimming any more." Not without a swimming buddy, anyway - and right now is evidently not the time.
It feels like an eternity before Varus is actually turning around, and only then does Isla have the mental fortitude to be grateful and intrigued that he'd agreed to play some stupid game with her. "What a gentleman," she drawls playfully, hurriedly drying off and pulling her clothes back on. It's just a loose sundress and a pair of sandals, so it doesn't take too long at least. "Alright, ready," she says, rubbing at her damp hair with the towel.
"Are you sure you want to interrupt prime reading time to throw rocks in the sand with me? Because the ending of that book is a doozy."
It feels like an eternity before Varus is actually turning around, and only then does Isla have the mental fortitude to be grateful and intrigued that he'd agreed to play some stupid game with her. "What a gentleman," she drawls playfully, hurriedly drying off and pulling her clothes back on. It's just a loose sundress and a pair of sandals, so it doesn't take too long at least. "Alright, ready," she says, rubbing at her damp hair with the towel.
"Are you sure you want to interrupt prime reading time to throw rocks in the sand with me? Because the ending of that book is a doozy."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
