Isla
"You? Leathery? I can't imagine it," Isla says with a fanged smile, drawing up beside him anyway and lifting her parasol a bit as if to offer for him to stand in the shade of it if he likes. "Mm, I don't think I have been swimming for a long time. As Ascended it's easy because we don't breathe, but I don't think that makes us any more elegant in the water." Not the same as a seal, in any case.
Not having heard of the ruckus with the Order's Priest, her brows furrow and she shakes her head. "Who is Gideon?" she wonders, before glancing back towards the shallows. "Oh, I am collecting things for the Voice. I need to find a seashell without any imperfections in it," she explains. "This looked like a good place to collect shells."
Not having heard of the ruckus with the Order's Priest, her brows furrow and she shakes her head. "Who is Gideon?" she wonders, before glancing back towards the shallows. "Oh, I am collecting things for the Voice. I need to find a seashell without any imperfections in it," she explains. "This looked like a good place to collect shells."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
