Isla
"Mm, I see. Remind me to call you Mister Wrenzaok at every opportunity moving forward," Isla teases, hefting the box of lanterns over into a far corner and turning to survey their work so far. Smiling and nodding to him, she shrugs out of her coat and scarf properly - the fire has warmed the room enough that her sensors are gently suggesting she lose layers - and nods towards a stack of small side tables. "I'll make sure I get one of those in every room to start, then," she says.
And as for their titles, she flashes the Flood a bright smile to hear his praise, turning to dip into a curtsey fit for the duchess she had been in a previous life. "Then it's settled, my lord," she tells him. "Come on - regal or no, there's a lot to do here."
And as for their titles, she flashes the Flood a bright smile to hear his praise, turning to dip into a curtsey fit for the duchess she had been in a previous life. "Then it's settled, my lord," she tells him. "Come on - regal or no, there's a lot to do here."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
