ISLA
”I will,” Isla assures him as he steps away from the wet grass and mud churned up from a dragon’s claws. She watches him go to toy around with the boulder she’d pointed out earlier, and as soon as he’s safely out of range, Isla is shifting, growing large and sleek and scaled, stretching out her enormous wings to give them an experimental beat against the blustery winds.
As a dragon she’s naturally smaller and less muscular than Sunjata, the Remedy nonetheless knowing all too well what to do with the talons gripping into the ground. Raking up clods of mud and grass and rock and other debris, she all but tills the earth within the outline he’s created, making a relatively stable and even surface for them to build upon. Once she’s done (covered in mud, of course), she snorts a breath in the Flood’s direction, as if to ask for his opinion.
As a dragon she’s naturally smaller and less muscular than Sunjata, the Remedy nonetheless knowing all too well what to do with the talons gripping into the ground. Raking up clods of mud and grass and rock and other debris, she all but tills the earth within the outline he’s created, making a relatively stable and even surface for them to build upon. Once she’s done (covered in mud, of course), she snorts a breath in the Flood’s direction, as if to ask for his opinion.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
