Isla
Sitting back to sip at her martini, Isla tilts her head curiously to hear Flora's opinions about the celestial goddess. She doesn't want to say it's a surprisingly mature response, but it's more honest than perhaps a lot of Safrin aficionados might have been. Finding a smile tugging at her lips as she lowers her glass to place it back down on the table, the Remedy tilts her head to examine the feather Flora produces with clear fascination.
"When you put it like that, it almost feels as though we should have invited her down here for some drinks as well," she admits, settling once more. "Maybe I've been judging her a bit too harshly. As you can imagine, most of the people I've spoken to haven't given her such shining reviews. I'm glad she's helped you, though - and Torchline."
"When you put it like that, it almost feels as though we should have invited her down here for some drinks as well," she admits, settling once more. "Maybe I've been judging her a bit too harshly. As you can imagine, most of the people I've spoken to haven't given her such shining reviews. I'm glad she's helped you, though - and Torchline."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
