ISLA
Of all things Isla expects to see, what appears to be a grotesque firling is not one of them. And honestly, the way it lights up from Wessex's lasers, she'd almost have preferred a Longnight monster. Almost.
"Is that one of those little trees from last year?" she asks, her voice higher with her surprise, and she skitters back away from the fire instinctively. The last thing they need in the Temple is a fire breaking out, especially when they are supposedly inviting a lot of the other Ascended to join them.
"Gods, the noise," Isla hisses, darting back into the Infirmary so she can fetch some water. (If it hasn't smouldered to nothing by then).
"Is that one of those little trees from last year?" she asks, her voice higher with her surprise, and she skitters back away from the fire instinctively. The last thing they need in the Temple is a fire breaking out, especially when they are supposedly inviting a lot of the other Ascended to join them.
"Gods, the noise," Isla hisses, darting back into the Infirmary so she can fetch some water. (If it hasn't smouldered to nothing by then).
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
