Isla
It has been a few days since the Festival of Lights, and Isla doesn't know how she's expected to feel. Better? Is this better? And if it is, why doesn't it seem that way? Unsurprisingly, her silence has permeated the Refuge and Sunjata's home and, upon realising that she's been making the place awkward by virtue of merely existing in the space, she (of course) takes herself out.
Fire is deadly for Ascended, but her unexpected roommate will need to keep warm for the Longnight, and so needs must. At least the cold doesn't bother her either, and Isla has loaded up a sled with deadfall and other promising bits of wood to use as fuel, trudging through the snow on her search. The wood will need to be dried and seasoned before it can be burned, of course, but if they start early, it should be ready in time.
Except she's suddenly come across this... wishing well, and Isla doesn't quite know why, but she's frozen (not literally) in her study of it. The snow is starting to fall quite heavily, though, and her footprints will be covered soon enough.
Fire is deadly for Ascended, but her unexpected roommate will need to keep warm for the Longnight, and so needs must. At least the cold doesn't bother her either, and Isla has loaded up a sled with deadfall and other promising bits of wood to use as fuel, trudging through the snow on her search. The wood will need to be dried and seasoned before it can be burned, of course, but if they start early, it should be ready in time.
Except she's suddenly come across this... wishing well, and Isla doesn't quite know why, but she's frozen (not literally) in her study of it. The snow is starting to fall quite heavily, though, and her footprints will be covered soon enough.
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
