"Oh--" Isla wasn't able to finish her second apology as she seemed to startle the stranger into dropping his books, and she took a step forward to help but he was already starting to retrieve them. The flicker of movement in his fingers was something she couldn't help but notice, but it was neither her place nor the right sort of time to ask questions about it - besides, it was already forgotten as he spoke.
Her smile was still a touch apologetic even as he flustered and blamed his lack of attention, Isla shaking her head. "In fairness I've not seen much around this place that seems hostile. There ought to be somewhere you can daydream, no?" Even if this place didn't seem kind to daydreamers, that didn't mean they shouldn't be able to think and study in peace.
Isla inhaled sharply as it looked, for a second, like he might set himself alight, but her warning was thankfully for naught and she let the words ride out in silence on a sigh instead. Stepping closer, her attention returned to the beautiful and fiery flowers. Flowers that had apparently popped up as if by magic (and that wouldn't surprise her either).
She glanced to the book as he referenced it, tilting her head and letting her eyebrows knot together in an interested frown. "That's very impressive, that you've even deciphered some of it already..." A scholar? The world, in her opinion, was severely lacking in those. Nonetheless, she grinned at hearing his nickname for the blooms. "Volcanettes?" She tried the word on her tongue. "I like it. Speaking of names, though, mine is Isla. It's nice to meet you, but I'm afraid this is the first time I've ever seen anything like this here..."
Her smile was still a touch apologetic even as he flustered and blamed his lack of attention, Isla shaking her head. "In fairness I've not seen much around this place that seems hostile. There ought to be somewhere you can daydream, no?" Even if this place didn't seem kind to daydreamers, that didn't mean they shouldn't be able to think and study in peace.
Isla inhaled sharply as it looked, for a second, like he might set himself alight, but her warning was thankfully for naught and she let the words ride out in silence on a sigh instead. Stepping closer, her attention returned to the beautiful and fiery flowers. Flowers that had apparently popped up as if by magic (and that wouldn't surprise her either).
She glanced to the book as he referenced it, tilting her head and letting her eyebrows knot together in an interested frown. "That's very impressive, that you've even deciphered some of it already..." A scholar? The world, in her opinion, was severely lacking in those. Nonetheless, she grinned at hearing his nickname for the blooms. "Volcanettes?" She tried the word on her tongue. "I like it. Speaking of names, though, mine is Isla. It's nice to meet you, but I'm afraid this is the first time I've ever seen anything like this here..."
