Isla
"No, I suppose not," Isla murmurs, swivelling her own bar stool to face the same way, settling back into it and sipping at her drink. "Don't tempt fate, though. With our luck, just saying it won't happen might encourage the place to spontaneously combust," she remarks, flashing Sunjata a smile and shifting to cross her legs (a movement that maybe shows the bruised imprint of a hand on her thigh, but who can say?)
Scoffing to hear his comment about the list, Isla holds her hand out as if he might conjure the new one from somewhere. "Maybe it's best I keep hold of it, then?" she suggests. "You do have a habit of splashing water about." Another sip of her drink causes a pleasant flood of warmth to burn through her chest and throat, and Isla still isn't over the novel sensation.
"I was hoping you would ask," she adds about the hunt, her smile growing a little softer even if the look in her eyes is more sharp. "I'd love to. What are you hunting?"
Scoffing to hear his comment about the list, Isla holds her hand out as if he might conjure the new one from somewhere. "Maybe it's best I keep hold of it, then?" she suggests. "You do have a habit of splashing water about." Another sip of her drink causes a pleasant flood of warmth to burn through her chest and throat, and Isla still isn't over the novel sensation.
"I was hoping you would ask," she adds about the hunt, her smile growing a little softer even if the look in her eyes is more sharp. "I'd love to. What are you hunting?"
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
