ISLA
Isla returns with a bucket of water in no time at all, hurriedly stepping forward to toss it over the firling's remains. They hiss and spit and smoke, but soon enough there is nothing at all left in the darkness but the two Ascended and the ringing silence. "No, it did not look like the firlings I remember," she agrees with a furrowed brow, dropping back to stand beside Wessex.
And she waits. And waits a little more. And still, nothing comes lurking out of the shadows. No firlings or monsters or anything else emerge. "I think we're in the clear," she mumbles, gazing up at Wessex and tilting her head at her cheerfully red nose. "It seems to have done something to you," she remarks. "Shall we head into the infirmary? I can check you out - and take care of that cut - and then we can make a full search of the place?"
And she waits. And waits a little more. And still, nothing comes lurking out of the shadows. No firlings or monsters or anything else emerge. "I think we're in the clear," she mumbles, gazing up at Wessex and tilting her head at her cheerfully red nose. "It seems to have done something to you," she remarks. "Shall we head into the infirmary? I can check you out - and take care of that cut - and then we can make a full search of the place?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
