Isla
"His twin," Isla repeats, breathing the word out and shaking her head, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Gods, I am so sorry. I can't even imagine." And suddenly the idea of sending Sunjata off to go and be social feels like a huge mistake, and Isla will probably apologise for it a second time later when the Flood has sobered up.
For now, though, she shifts to lay back in the sand next to him, frowning up at the stars beginning to peep out overhead. "So do they not want to speak to you again?" she asks, turning her head to gaze across at him, though she doesn't expect to see much around the haze of booze. "Either way, I wasn't planning on moving from here until a lot later, so we can just stay, if you like. Or would you prefer to go home?"
For now, though, she shifts to lay back in the sand next to him, frowning up at the stars beginning to peep out overhead. "So do they not want to speak to you again?" she asks, turning her head to gaze across at him, though she doesn't expect to see much around the haze of booze. "Either way, I wasn't planning on moving from here until a lot later, so we can just stay, if you like. Or would you prefer to go home?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
