we're always running scared but holding knives
Smiling to hear the sound of Darkeye's voice drifting back to them, Isla finishes her vines and moves on to something slightly different. She catches a glance at the white stone and the pot where the ex-dwarf is working, deciding to take a leaf from his book and work from her own memories.
The next few pebbles are each adorned with feathers, stars and small blue veins of lightning; people that Isla either won't or can't see again, or at least not in the same way as she has done previously. "For what it's worth, I think this will do a lot to brighten the place up."
The next few pebbles are each adorned with feathers, stars and small blue veins of lightning; people that Isla either won't or can't see again, or at least not in the same way as she has done previously. "For what it's worth, I think this will do a lot to brighten the place up."
Isla
