ISLA
Isla isn't an expert on these things, but she swears that what she's seeing between Sam and Edrei is flirting. Granted, anything Edy does on any sort of day might count as flirting, but with someone like Sam, this is definitely an affectionate sort of bullying. Clearing her throat, she glances around and waits until it's completely clear that there's not going to be an answer from the Prince before nodding her agreement.
"The Feverlands would offer a lot more shade," she says, not that she even knows which direction the swamp lays in. "We ought to be careful how far out we decide to go, though." The sun aside, she was still supposed to be Overseer for the Grounds. She can't do much of that - or tending to patients - while adventuring.
"The Feverlands would offer a lot more shade," she says, not that she even knows which direction the swamp lays in. "We ought to be careful how far out we decide to go, though." The sun aside, she was still supposed to be Overseer for the Grounds. She can't do much of that - or tending to patients - while adventuring.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
