Isla
Isla arrives, as promised, two days after sending the letter to Nate and Azrael. Darkness has draped itself around the Barrows, and yet the moonlight seems to bathe the Last Step in shades of silver. Her head tilts up to look at the top step, the one with all the legends and stories, and she lets out a soft breath and tucks her hands in the pockets of her coat.
"OnceNate arrives, we'll see if we can call out for the Prince," Isla suggests to Azrael, smiling across at them. "Wessex gave me all the information we should need. With any luck we can get in contact with him and convince him to come back to the Hollowed Grounds. I know he isn't... well. You know. But I think the Grounds is probably all he has known."
"Once
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything