Isla
Almost choking on another sip of her martini at Flora's offer, Isla lets out and apologetic laugh and dabs at her lips with a napkin, leaving a small kiss there from the stain she's used on them. "That's very kind of you to offer," she says. "But you'll forgive me if I say I'll think about it, I hope? After everything with the Voice... gods, part of me is still very afraid I'll get struck by lightning for visiting another shrine."
It's both Sunjata and Remi, not that the latter will recall any of those conversations that may have formed Isla's opinion, but Flora is nonetheless correct. Setting down her glass and her napkin, the Remedy hums softly as she considers the bejewelled, dark goddess to whom she owes her current life. "I mean, she doesn't seem like that sort of goddess. Which I suppose is exactly what you might expect from chaos. But... I wouldn't be here like this without her, so I'll definitely be giving my thanks."
It's both Sunjata and Remi, not that the latter will recall any of those conversations that may have formed Isla's opinion, but Flora is nonetheless correct. Setting down her glass and her napkin, the Remedy hums softly as she considers the bejewelled, dark goddess to whom she owes her current life. "I mean, she doesn't seem like that sort of goddess. Which I suppose is exactly what you might expect from chaos. But... I wouldn't be here like this without her, so I'll definitely be giving my thanks."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
