oh my goddess

The squeeze to her arm and the warmth against her fingertips may as well be full body sensations for how drawn into it Isla becomes, the fledgling Ancient fully reliant on Sunjata to steer her in the right direction - and to stop, when the air grows heady and hot and the ground gives way to steaming water. When he does, and his voice pulls her from the way she's been watching their shadows dance along the stone, she has to admit that he's absolutely right; she's very much in for a treat. Her wow is half breathed out on a sigh, Isla letting releasing Sunjata's arm so she can take the place in properly. Every breath feels thick with steam, her fingers grasping for the moisture in the air, and she steps forward to peer into the dancing waters with a smile that lights up her entire face. "I didn't know anywhere like this existed in the Climb," she says, gazing over her shoulder at him. Test it out snags further at her attention, Isla glancing back at the hotsprings and barely needing to consider it before starting to shift to draw her shirt over her head, obviously fully intending to do just that. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die