Isla
"No trouble at all. We all deserve to be comfortable," Isla says with a kind smile, preparing their cups and waiting for the kettle to whistle. Once it did, she poured them each a cup and invited Darkeye to sit with her in two soft armchairs arranged near the fire.
Listening closely as he explains, her eyes grow sad at the mention of Bastien. "He was my friend," she explains. "I was upset to learn that he had died." He and so many others lately.
"An open conversation sounds perfect... Alright, where to begin?" She sips at her tea. "Ascended were trapped here for over 300 years, in the Hollowed Grounds. Behind a barrier. The Old Gods trapped the Voice because they believed she was too powerful."
Listening closely as he explains, her eyes grow sad at the mention of Bastien. "He was my friend," she explains. "I was upset to learn that he had died." He and so many others lately.
"An open conversation sounds perfect... Alright, where to begin?" She sips at her tea. "Ascended were trapped here for over 300 years, in the Hollowed Grounds. Behind a barrier. The Old Gods trapped the Voice because they believed she was too powerful."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
