ISLA
For Isla the infirmary is like a second home, and she waits for Wessex to take a seat on one of the beds before she moves to sit before her, a small device in her hand that looks close to what modern men would call a pen-light. "I can smell the wintergreen on you," she admits. "And, uh... well. You have quite a rosy nose." Before she can proceed, however, the demigoddess is holding out something for her, and Isla raises her eyebrows as she accepts.
"For me...? Oh... oh, they're lovely. Thank you," she says, both surprised and touched by the gift. "You are right, Nate doesn't have the neck for it. Perhaps I'll have to continue the trend and get him something he can wear instead." Chuckling, she takes a second to appreciate the earrings before replacing them in the pouch.
"Check up first - it should only take a second. If you could look straight ahead, please?"
"For me...? Oh... oh, they're lovely. Thank you," she says, both surprised and touched by the gift. "You are right, Nate doesn't have the neck for it. Perhaps I'll have to continue the trend and get him something he can wear instead." Chuckling, she takes a second to appreciate the earrings before replacing them in the pouch.
"Check up first - it should only take a second. If you could look straight ahead, please?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
