Isla
"Oh? Is that where you are from, then?" Isla asks, drawing more from the Torchline elements of what he says than the Safrin ones. Perhaps that's intentional, or maybe she's just continuing to try and be friendly. "It's nice to meet you too, Locke. Even if it's quite a strange place to meet someone." Live someones, anyway. The Barrows are filled with bodies, Isla is sure, and if it weren't so sacrilegious, she'd want to examine them.
"Ah, I see - you're escaping from your children." It's with a mischievous and fanged grin that she takes a small step back as well - because what else is she meant to think from that? Similarly, she blunders into another misconception with the remark about his jaguar shift. "I don't really need a cat's claws to collect flowers," she points out warmly. "Unless you were offering...?" Offering the shift, she means.
"Ah, I see - you're escaping from your children." It's with a mischievous and fanged grin that she takes a small step back as well - because what else is she meant to think from that? Similarly, she blunders into another misconception with the remark about his jaguar shift. "I don't really need a cat's claws to collect flowers," she points out warmly. "Unless you were offering...?" Offering the shift, she means.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
