Isla
"You might find business picks up," Isla remarks. "Sure, there's more water between places, but I've never seen so many wagons on the roads. More than before the war, I think. And given that some unicorns can heal, and others can cover distance in a lot less time..." She shrugs. It wouldn't surprise her to see more seeking them out.
Nodding her agreement as they crest the hill, Isla hunches her shoulders a bit against a gale that whips across them. "And even if you have spirit, some still like to keep you on your toes. That was my experience, anyway."
Watching the mare and the colt canter away, Isla is left with a peculiar sense of loss that has nothing to do with the herd of unicorns and everything to do with a man with seaglass green eyes that she'll likely never see again. "You're lucky to have each other," she assures Morgen, glancing sidelong at him and smirking at his apparent faux pas.
"When you said it was a lonely life, I didn't think you meant that lonely," she teases.
Nodding her agreement as they crest the hill, Isla hunches her shoulders a bit against a gale that whips across them. "And even if you have spirit, some still like to keep you on your toes. That was my experience, anyway."
Watching the mare and the colt canter away, Isla is left with a peculiar sense of loss that has nothing to do with the herd of unicorns and everything to do with a man with seaglass green eyes that she'll likely never see again. "You're lucky to have each other," she assures Morgen, glancing sidelong at him and smirking at his apparent faux pas.
"When you said it was a lonely life, I didn't think you meant that lonely," she teases.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
