Isla
"Oh, I couldn't possibly say," Isla drawls, as if his expression, his violence towards every passing snowdrift and the general hunched and unhappy posture wasn't enough of a giveaway. Regardless, as he explains she can't really blame him, though she does raise her eyebrows to hear that he'd never even seen snow until coming to Caido. "I bet your first Deepfrost was an interesting one," she remarks with a smirk.
The refuge comes into view and Isla pauses only to collect a bit more kindling and a few more substantial bits of firewood, stacking them on the sled and offering a smaller smile to Sunjata. "At least you can find a good memory in it then," she says softly. And daydream or otherwise, the comfortable silence they fall into lasts until they are well into the Sanctuary, and from there it's easier to drift back into small talk.
If nothing else, there will be ample firewood for Longnight. And no pennies for any crummy wishing well - not even one.
~FIN
The refuge comes into view and Isla pauses only to collect a bit more kindling and a few more substantial bits of firewood, stacking them on the sled and offering a smaller smile to Sunjata. "At least you can find a good memory in it then," she says softly. And daydream or otherwise, the comfortable silence they fall into lasts until they are well into the Sanctuary, and from there it's easier to drift back into small talk.
If nothing else, there will be ample firewood for Longnight. And no pennies for any crummy wishing well - not even one.
~FIN
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
