Isla
Glancing up from her shells, Isla flashes a fanged grin Amun's way. "I appreciate the advice, but I was a medic long before I was Overseer. Worrying about things that I have no control over kind of comes with the territory, I'm afraid." Except now she could apply it in a political sense as well as a medical one. People call that personal growth, right?
Still, she barks out a laugh and discards another couple of flawed shells at his dramatics, shaking her head. "I would never. I merely meant to imply that you would be popular for your items rather than your charm and wit."
Having narrowed down her choices between two now, Isla scrutinises her shells and scoffs out a laugh to see Amun flapping his arms. "You know, that's not a bad idea in general. We'd be pretty formidable as a clutch of dragons, wouldn't we?" Providing they don't go crashing into Stormbreak's Tower again.
"This one, I think," she says of the shell she's chosen, dropping the other to the sand.
Still, she barks out a laugh and discards another couple of flawed shells at his dramatics, shaking her head. "I would never. I merely meant to imply that you would be popular for your items rather than your charm and wit."
Having narrowed down her choices between two now, Isla scrutinises her shells and scoffs out a laugh to see Amun flapping his arms. "You know, that's not a bad idea in general. We'd be pretty formidable as a clutch of dragons, wouldn't we?" Providing they don't go crashing into Stormbreak's Tower again.
"This one, I think," she says of the shell she's chosen, dropping the other to the sand.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
