Isla
Smiling softly at the hand that comes to squeeze at her shoulder, Isla tries to draw as much comfort from it as she can, given the reduction in their senses. "Try not to worry about it for the both of us?" she suggests, her tone wry. "As Overseer of the Grounds, I'm not sure I'm able to put it out of my head quite so easily." Uneasy is the head that wears a crown and all that jazz.
Rolling her eyes and bumping her shoulder against Amun's, Isla moves a few feet further down the beach to grab up a selection of shells, discarding some that have imperfections and choosing others as they speak. "Oh? That's very kind of you. I'll put up a notice and let everyone know, if you don't mind. You might find yourself becoming very popular."
She does pull a face, though, at the morphing of features between Amun and Varus. "Don't do that, it's weird," she says, though her tone is jovial.
Nodding absently - the Boondocks is much safer than Torchline, she thinks, given that it's in the Wilds - Isla accepts a few more shells from her fellow Ascended. "Perhaps we can all get together to move the ship," she suggests.
Rolling her eyes and bumping her shoulder against Amun's, Isla moves a few feet further down the beach to grab up a selection of shells, discarding some that have imperfections and choosing others as they speak. "Oh? That's very kind of you. I'll put up a notice and let everyone know, if you don't mind. You might find yourself becoming very popular."
She does pull a face, though, at the morphing of features between Amun and Varus. "Don't do that, it's weird," she says, though her tone is jovial.
Nodding absently - the Boondocks is much safer than Torchline, she thinks, given that it's in the Wilds - Isla accepts a few more shells from her fellow Ascended. "Perhaps we can all get together to move the ship," she suggests.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
