ISLA
"Hey, I'm not saying that I'm not on board or that I'm judging you," Isla says with a soft laugh, her fingers slipping against Remi's all too easily - like old times - as they begin to set off down the beach together. "I am on board. And I'm also judging you, but last I checked, that has never stopped you." Offering him a cheeky grin for his trouble, she lasts a few steps hand-in-hand with the Lullaby before slipping her arm through his own instead.
"And luckily for you, I don't plan on hunting you this time." Not that her curious seeking of the Lullaby back on the island can really be counted as hunting, and he'd soon turned the tables on it besides, but still. Enjoying the hot press of sand beneath her feet and the warmth of the afternoon sun, she's not sure where they're going, exactly, but she's tipsy enough to let whim lead the way.
~FIN
"And luckily for you, I don't plan on hunting you this time." Not that her curious seeking of the Lullaby back on the island can really be counted as hunting, and he'd soon turned the tables on it besides, but still. Enjoying the hot press of sand beneath her feet and the warmth of the afternoon sun, she's not sure where they're going, exactly, but she's tipsy enough to let whim lead the way.
~FIN
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
