when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"No, I am not Miss Isla," the dark haired man says mildly, having stopped in his path clearing to plant himself quite obviously between Sunjata and where the doctor is scoping out the ruins. The Prince is about to speak again, to inquire about who the Flood might be, when the woman of the hour actually appears, drawn by the voices. Wiping a smudge of dirt off her cheek, Isla brightens at the sight of Sunjata.
"I didn't expect to see you out here!" She grins, drawing up beside the Prince and patting his arm. "This is... well. It's a bit of a story. This is the Prince, believe it or not. He's my companion now. Prince, this is Sunjata - he's a friend." And Isla never expected to have to make formal introductions for her companion, but here we are.
"I didn't expect to see you out here!" She grins, drawing up beside the Prince and patting his arm. "This is... well. It's a bit of a story. This is the Prince, believe it or not. He's my companion now. Prince, this is Sunjata - he's a friend." And Isla never expected to have to make formal introductions for her companion, but here we are.
i could die
Isla
