Isla
"How long do you think it will be before we are banned from Torchline as well?" Isla asks softly as she meanders along the beach, looking for her perfectly perfect shell. It might be difficult to find such a thing in a place where people trudge across the sand, but she'll do her best.
"Perhaps we ought to start thinking of ways to disguise ourselves. Most of us could be Attuned with partial shifts, right? We could try and keep a shift in our back pockets as well, in case anyone gets suspicious." Perhaps this isn't the best time or place for such a heavy discussion - and maybe Amun isn't the best one to have it with - but gods, thngs just keep getting worse.
"What do you need to do out here, again?"
"Perhaps we ought to start thinking of ways to disguise ourselves. Most of us could be Attuned with partial shifts, right? We could try and keep a shift in our back pockets as well, in case anyone gets suspicious." Perhaps this isn't the best time or place for such a heavy discussion - and maybe Amun isn't the best one to have it with - but gods, thngs just keep getting worse.
"What do you need to do out here, again?"
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
