ISLA
Isla takes a moment to consider the weight of her new acquaintance's words, holding their gaze before offering a warm smile and a decisive nod. "Very well said," she murmurs, and turns her attention back to their task. Well, mostly - she's well able to hear the muttered words, and the inclination to experiment and test is one that Isla knows very well, and she can't help but feel a pang of affection for Ophelia in that moment.
Giving the mixture a stiff stir, Isla grumbles a bit but is well able to coat the stones, at least. "Now," she says, "I believe I need to report to Sunjata with these, and we will be placing them in different places around the Grounds. You are welcome to come with me if you like."
Giving the mixture a stiff stir, Isla grumbles a bit but is well able to coat the stones, at least. "Now," she says, "I believe I need to report to Sunjata with these, and we will be placing them in different places around the Grounds. You are welcome to come with me if you like."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
