ISLA
Isla, a new recruit to this Prince business, is appropriately befuddled to hear Edrei's summary(ish) of the situation. "What woman?" she asks with a tilt of her head, shifting her medical bag to her other hand and turning up the collar on her coat. Unlike Edy, she's dressed as if she still gives a shit about the season, and the smattering of snow on the ground crunches beneath her boots as they emerge in Mourn.
"This place is beautiful," she remarks. "Did you say you got here through a tunnel before? I wonder if we might be able to create something like a bolt hole for the people of the Grounds to use, if things go sour..." But back to the Prince for now. Isla glances at the snowfall, tilting her head. "Hoping that there will be footprints is a bit much, I'm guessing."
"This place is beautiful," she remarks. "Did you say you got here through a tunnel before? I wonder if we might be able to create something like a bolt hole for the people of the Grounds to use, if things go sour..." But back to the Prince for now. Isla glances at the snowfall, tilting her head. "Hoping that there will be footprints is a bit much, I'm guessing."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
