ISLA
Accepting the sea glass, Isla spends a little time carefully unwinding the wire from around it and making sure no damage has been done to it, before she slips it back in her pocket. As she does so, her wings draping around her shoulders, she can't miss the blisters on Remi's palms, the medic wincing her apology. "Oh, I didn't consider that. How foolish of me," she murmurs. "Would you like to head into Torchline? If we go to the Wren Society I can take a look at them for you," she suggests.
He does have a point, and Isla's crooked smile says as much. Claws and krakens versus the Sea of Glass? He's right, that may well be just as exciting as what they'd just finished here. Or dangerous, if he insists. Giving him a gentle nudge with her elbow, Isla's smile softens. "I had fun," she says. "Flying with you, as well as the whole lightning thing."
He does have a point, and Isla's crooked smile says as much. Claws and krakens versus the Sea of Glass? He's right, that may well be just as exciting as what they'd just finished here. Or dangerous, if he insists. Giving him a gentle nudge with her elbow, Isla's smile softens. "I had fun," she says. "Flying with you, as well as the whole lightning thing."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
