Isla
The glade is positively enchanting during Longheat at night, and this evening is no different. Fragrant with night blooming blossoms and ethereal by the light of glowstones and fireflies, even without their ability to see in the dark, Isla wouldn't need to watch her step here. She's come to collect a few herbs from the infirmary, though in reality she's restless, she's just... here. Existing, trying to get away from it all.
"Do you think that Mabel agreed to let the Voice in?" she asks suddenly, her brows furrowed as she pauses among the wildflowers. "When she took her over, I mean... do you think Mabel would have been able to refuse?" Gazing over her shoulder at Varus, she huffs out a long breath. "I saw Remi, in the Oerwoud. He... well, we're going to try and be friends again. But I'm worried..."
"Do you think that Mabel agreed to let the Voice in?" she asks suddenly, her brows furrowed as she pauses among the wildflowers. "When she took her over, I mean... do you think Mabel would have been able to refuse?" Gazing over her shoulder at Varus, she huffs out a long breath. "I saw Remi, in the Oerwoud. He... well, we're going to try and be friends again. But I'm worried..."
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
