ISLA
"Happy Longnight, Wessex." Isla's soft voice echoes against the vaulted ceilings; because of course she is already in the Temple, and she has been for some time now. The infirmary never sleeps and, as an Ascended and a medic both, neither does Isla. Stepping out and towards the entrance to where the demigoddess has seated herself, she links her arms behind her back and gazes up and around.
"I never expected to be saying something like that," she remarks of her greeting, offering a small smirk. "I died on my first Longnight here in the Hollowed Grounds, and then last year we were all fighting... But maybe things can start looking up now? I hope so, anyway," she says.
"I never expected to be saying something like that," she remarks of her greeting, offering a small smirk. "I died on my first Longnight here in the Hollowed Grounds, and then last year we were all fighting... But maybe things can start looking up now? I hope so, anyway," she says.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
