when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"It's true, they could work... But we would have to start again from the ground up. And we don't have time, do we?" All well and good if it weren't for the just-over-seven-seasons-until-doomsday clock they've got hanging over them. The Hollowed Grounds will have to remain home for now regrettably. Isla scoffs, though his compliment is very much appreciated, and the medic glances up at Remi and leans up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "You're very kind," she murmurs.
With her brow furrowing as she thinks, Isla hops over a bubbling pit of something (something she doesn't look too closely at) and lets out a long sigh. "I haven't heard anything yet," she murmurs. Others might have, but if that's the case they haven't shared that knowledge yet. "I can't imagine the Voice would do that, though. She has always tried to prove herself more accepting and merciful than the Old Gods, from the things I've heard so far."
With her brow furrowing as she thinks, Isla hops over a bubbling pit of something (something she doesn't look too closely at) and lets out a long sigh. "I haven't heard anything yet," she murmurs. Others might have, but if that's the case they haven't shared that knowledge yet. "I can't imagine the Voice would do that, though. She has always tried to prove herself more accepting and merciful than the Old Gods, from the things I've heard so far."
i could die
Isla
