"I believe I only arrived here a short time before you did. I have only known the autumnal and the cold," Isla agreed. "Both of which have been nothing short of beautiful in the right places. So I have high hopes for the warmer parts of the year." Talking about something as gentle and mundane as the weather when the real cause was this apparent LongNight was strange, and Isla, too, was distracted by the crunching of an apple. She grinned as she took note of the luxere enjoying the meal, nodding to Jigano.
"Next year then, if we're still in this place. Who knows, we might be able to catch this same family again." She nodded, though her smile faded somewhat as talk turned to the Spire. "Yes," she agreed, "but I can certainly understand why. In Northaven the danger appeared abruptly, seemingly at random, or so I heard. The only safety was either to be constantly on guard, or to make the first move. I feel that attitude has carried through to here for some."
She glanced up at the bard and pursed her lips thoughtfully at his question, before shaking her head. "In truth I had intended to ask that very thing to the Voice before I ascended, but... it is not a process that gives much room for distraction. So I have heard of it, but I know precious little."
"Next year then, if we're still in this place. Who knows, we might be able to catch this same family again." She nodded, though her smile faded somewhat as talk turned to the Spire. "Yes," she agreed, "but I can certainly understand why. In Northaven the danger appeared abruptly, seemingly at random, or so I heard. The only safety was either to be constantly on guard, or to make the first move. I feel that attitude has carried through to here for some."
She glanced up at the bard and pursed her lips thoughtfully at his question, before shaking her head. "In truth I had intended to ask that very thing to the Voice before I ascended, but... it is not a process that gives much room for distraction. So I have heard of it, but I know precious little."
