Isla
"I have to try to keep things interesting," Isla says with a sly smile, before she drops back to a safer distance at Remi's heels. And as he really starts to prowl through the foliage, the Remedy seems to disappear entirely, leaving him to his intimidation tactics.
Let it never be said that the Lullaby doesn't know how to make a scene; the roar doesn't just have a couple of roadrunners and lizards scattering across the sand, but a flock of wrens take flight from a nearby tree, and even a camel can be seen lumbering away through a distant thicket of green.
Isla, at least, has honed in on a small iguana as it scuttles by, though it isn't a woman or even a tiger that darts forward for the kill, but a blue-eyed gore crow. Clutching the reptile in enormous talons, the corvid takes to a nearby tree to begin picking apart the iguana while it's still alive. No one said nature was pretty.
Let it never be said that the Lullaby doesn't know how to make a scene; the roar doesn't just have a couple of roadrunners and lizards scattering across the sand, but a flock of wrens take flight from a nearby tree, and even a camel can be seen lumbering away through a distant thicket of green.
Isla, at least, has honed in on a small iguana as it scuttles by, though it isn't a woman or even a tiger that darts forward for the kill, but a blue-eyed gore crow. Clutching the reptile in enormous talons, the corvid takes to a nearby tree to begin picking apart the iguana while it's still alive. No one said nature was pretty.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
