Isla
"Mm, and if you do it for long enough you get quite good at it." Especially without anyone around to call you out on your bullshit, as Isla is experiencing right now. A particularly cold gust of wind blows across the two of them at that point, and although Morgen hadn't decided to douse the coals, they might be at risk of it anyway now.
"Well, everyone I ever knew is at risk of being forgotten, so I'd prefer you didn't do that," she admits. "But if you could leave out my name and what I am should anyone come poking around, I'd much appreciate it." As if sensing that she should wisely make her leave at this point, Isla rises to her feet.
"Thank you for the walk, and the conversation. I hope your unicorn colt learns to stay where he ought to be."
"Well, everyone I ever knew is at risk of being forgotten, so I'd prefer you didn't do that," she admits. "But if you could leave out my name and what I am should anyone come poking around, I'd much appreciate it." As if sensing that she should wisely make her leave at this point, Isla rises to her feet.
"Thank you for the walk, and the conversation. I hope your unicorn colt learns to stay where he ought to be."
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
