Wild and Free

Isla this won't hurt a bit "Caido," Isla repeated, the name as clumsy on her tongue as Northaven was on his. "At least that's something..." Knowing the name of the place they'd been dragged to, she meant. More than something, of course, was the fact that he even knew Northaven to say it, Isla's blue eyes widening a fraction. She smoothed out her coat absently, more to do something with her hands than anything else. "Yes," she said slowly. "Do you... do you know it?" That would have been... well. She didn't know what that would have been. Isla was not to know, of course, that Rory had met her fellow Northaveners already. In her mind if this stranger knew of the town behind the Wall that meant it must exist on this plane of existence, at least. Could it be possible that they were simply on the other side of the Wall somehow? Was this what lay beyond it? She was lost in thought, blinking a couple of times to refocus. "Where do - I mean to say, the place beyond that big spire looks pretty abandoned. Where do you live if not there?" It was precisely why the Northaveners had taken up residence there. It was empty... but apparently not.