ISLA
"And so humble, too," Isla remarks with a grin, too busy putting the box away safely to realise that Amun is rearranging his facial features until she spots herself staring back at her. "Oh," she says, stepping back a bit - because eloquence is a difficult thing to come by when one is startled. "Oh, and now you're a pretty face as well," she says, recovering with a soft laugh.
You're a cock joke, Isla nearly says, but she and Amun are still on polite terms (at the moment, anyway). "Poppycock," she says instead, a little smugly, and smiles over her shoulder to him as they head towards the thinning edges of the woodlands. "We'll toast an empty glass, then," she decides about the Vlamvloed, since it doesn't really matter whether Ascended are drinking anything.
Theirs isn't a thirst that alcohol can quench, but she hopes that Sam would appreciate it either way.
~FIN
You're a cock joke, Isla nearly says, but she and Amun are still on polite terms (at the moment, anyway). "Poppycock," she says instead, a little smugly, and smiles over her shoulder to him as they head towards the thinning edges of the woodlands. "We'll toast an empty glass, then," she decides about the Vlamvloed, since it doesn't really matter whether Ascended are drinking anything.
Theirs isn't a thirst that alcohol can quench, but she hopes that Sam would appreciate it either way.
~FIN
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
