Isla
Isla has never had the pleasure of being around Rae's Fingers too much, but from what she's heard from sailors at the clinic, they're in a sorry state after the Starfall. And she has no intention of exploring the flooded tunnels in any particular detail today, but as the sun starts to rise properly over the sea, there's no denying that there's something haunting about the entranceways she can see. Which suits the season, she supposes, if what the Torchers have to say about spirits is true.
The Remedy isn't here for any of that, though. There are plenty of herbs and sea grasses to collect along the fringe shorelines here, and with a clinic to run again, supplies have a habit of being used up all too quickly. And so it's with a satchel slung over one shoulder that she meanders along the rocky outcrops, eyes peeled for anything interesting.
The Remedy isn't here for any of that, though. There are plenty of herbs and sea grasses to collect along the fringe shorelines here, and with a clinic to run again, supplies have a habit of being used up all too quickly. And so it's with a satchel slung over one shoulder that she meanders along the rocky outcrops, eyes peeled for anything interesting.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
