Isla
"No one was hurt and there is only a missing parasol to show for it. I will take that as a positive." Isla smiles back at him, her pebble blue eyes lighting up as he clearly seems to know what she's talking about. "The Wren Society...? Is that what it is called?" Brightening further, the medic does indeed fall into step with him as they meander down streets blanketed slowly in darkness.
It's as she glances up at him again that there's a flash of recognition, her footsteps faltering slightly. She knows this man but she doesn't, having seen him dozens of times through eyes without the keen mind of the Ascended who now stands before him. "Sunjata," she blurts suddenly, having to skip a few steps to keep up. "I mean - I..." With a sudden bubbling of laughter, she shakes her head.
"It's Isla."
It's as she glances up at him again that there's a flash of recognition, her footsteps faltering slightly. She knows this man but she doesn't, having seen him dozens of times through eyes without the keen mind of the Ascended who now stands before him. "Sunjata," she blurts suddenly, having to skip a few steps to keep up. "I mean - I..." With a sudden bubbling of laughter, she shakes her head.
"It's Isla."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
