Isla
"Who says I didn't?" Isla reasons with a carefree roll of her shoulder, taking a generous sip of her freshly spiked cocktail and wincing ever so slightly against the strength of it, not that she's going to complain. "Mm, that's good timing - I need to get some supplies for the clinic as well," she says. One might think that Isla ought to be sober all the time, given that she's the resident doctor, but the clinic can have working hours now that she needs to sleep and eat and all that jazz.
"Do you want some company?" Tomorrow, she means. (Though it could apply to now as well, she supposes). "Or would you prefer one of us stay here to make sure everything runs smoothly? I can write you a list if it's easier." Granted, the idea of a hunt does make something stir within her that begs for release. Isla knows there's a shift lurking in her bones, but she hasn't gotten to stretch its legs yet.
"Do you want some company?" Tomorrow, she means. (Though it could apply to now as well, she supposes). "Or would you prefer one of us stay here to make sure everything runs smoothly? I can write you a list if it's easier." Granted, the idea of a hunt does make something stir within her that begs for release. Isla knows there's a shift lurking in her bones, but she hasn't gotten to stretch its legs yet.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
