Isla
"Mm, we wouldn't want to upset anyone," Isla agrees, finishing her own drink for no other reason than it's what Sunjata seems to be doing. They aren't quite close enough yet for her to know his particular tells, and given that she's not exactly sober to begin with, it all skims blissfully over her head. "No," she drawls in mock disbelief, apparently unable to fathom the thought that the Flood might have something to do with water.
Turning - and inadvertently starting a knee-knocking war with Sunjata - to set her empty glass down on the bar, Isla sunnily smiles for a new drink. "I think we can find a rogue cow or two between us," she says with all the confidence of someone who has no idea where to even start looking, but that's a tomorrow problem.
"Aren't you uncomfortable with your wings out?" she asks suddenly, emboldened by whiskey and whatever else she's partaken in before Jata came to the bar. "I just mean with them knocking into things." Reaching out, she lets her fingers gently dance along one of the appendages.
Turning - and inadvertently starting a knee-knocking war with Sunjata - to set her empty glass down on the bar, Isla sunnily smiles for a new drink. "I think we can find a rogue cow or two between us," she says with all the confidence of someone who has no idea where to even start looking, but that's a tomorrow problem.
"Aren't you uncomfortable with your wings out?" she asks suddenly, emboldened by whiskey and whatever else she's partaken in before Jata came to the bar. "I just mean with them knocking into things." Reaching out, she lets her fingers gently dance along one of the appendages.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
