ISLA
"It's no problem at all," Isla says with a bright smile, offering a friendly nod to Wessex as she joins them and Darkeye sets out what needs to be done for the forge to get it up and running. "I don't think I will be much use with getting the anvil. We can sort out the sand, though!"
Nodding to the Prince, he will dutifully stand by and pour the sand from the buckets onto the ground. With that done, she's able to use a hard bristled brush to start spreading it around and distributing it evenly. It's slow going, but she and the Prince make a good enough team, and she's happy to do this rather than getting involved with anything too fiery.
Isla and the Prince deal with the sand!
Nodding to the Prince, he will dutifully stand by and pour the sand from the buckets onto the ground. With that done, she's able to use a hard bristled brush to start spreading it around and distributing it evenly. It's slow going, but she and the Prince make a good enough team, and she's happy to do this rather than getting involved with anything too fiery.
Isla and the Prince deal with the sand!
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
