ISLA
"Mm, perhaps it is a bit premature of me. But I like to live in hope, if nothing else. Maybe we will be alright," Isla murmurs, smiling a bit to Wessex and shrugging her shoulders, not that she blames the Wraith at all for her suspicion. Nodding at the suggestion of any stragglers, Isla does peer out to the blank, dark canvas beyond the windows, but she doesn't know how many to expect, really.
"Here I was hoping that perhaps we could host a celebration for everyone. Perhaps we can do it in FlowerBirth. I know it isn't the same because the sun will have risen, but it's still something, right...?" She trails off as she notes the gash along the demigoddess's forearm, raising a brow. "Would you like me to take a look at that?" she asks on autopilot.
"Here I was hoping that perhaps we could host a celebration for everyone. Perhaps we can do it in FlowerBirth. I know it isn't the same because the sun will have risen, but it's still something, right...?" She trails off as she notes the gash along the demigoddess's forearm, raising a brow. "Would you like me to take a look at that?" she asks on autopilot.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
