Isla
"Either, I suppose," Isla says softly. "A ban is a ban, right?" Her smile is wan at best, the Remedy leaning down to inspect the shell of a hermit crab with feigned interest. "I met the Nightshade once as well. She seemed kind." Kindness between two people is easy, though. When a city decides that a race ought to be excluded, though, it doesn't matter how kind the leader is.
"Mm, I suppose we could," she agrees. "But then we wouldn't be able to use any other abilities, would we? Not to mention, that's a lot of biting we'd be doing. Poor Wessex." The smile becomes a touch more genuine as she straightens up again, turning her attention to Amun properly.
It's impressive, watching him with the chains and the electricity, and she leans down again to inspect more shells in earnest. "I used to enjoy the beach as well. I wish the Hollowed Grounds had a place like this." A place where Amun's ship could sail. Isla glances up, raising her eyebrows at him, obviously impressed. "Please," she says. "Do you have a crew?"
"Mm, I suppose we could," she agrees. "But then we wouldn't be able to use any other abilities, would we? Not to mention, that's a lot of biting we'd be doing. Poor Wessex." The smile becomes a touch more genuine as she straightens up again, turning her attention to Amun properly.
It's impressive, watching him with the chains and the electricity, and she leans down again to inspect more shells in earnest. "I used to enjoy the beach as well. I wish the Hollowed Grounds had a place like this." A place where Amun's ship could sail. Isla glances up, raising her eyebrows at him, obviously impressed. "Please," she says. "Do you have a crew?"
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
