Isla
"I am looking to see if this is really a plant, or if it is something else entirely." Isla speaks as though it doesn't matter that it's an apparent stranger who has asked the question. The proximity doesn't bother her either, evidently - such is the way of the seeker of knowledge consumed by an interest. "Look at this." Reaching out, she tickles at one of the branches of the sapling, making it quiver and dance under her touch.
"From my analysis, it is most definitely a plant. But it still does not explain the behaviour," she says, utterly enthralled by it. "Magic, I suppose. I do miss when things could not be dismissed so easily by magic." Glancing up, the glint fades from pebble blue eyes as she finally takes in the man before her, barely a breath away.
"Hello, Nate," she says brightly.
"From my analysis, it is most definitely a plant. But it still does not explain the behaviour," she says, utterly enthralled by it. "Magic, I suppose. I do miss when things could not be dismissed so easily by magic." Glancing up, the glint fades from pebble blue eyes as she finally takes in the man before her, barely a breath away.
"Hello, Nate," she says brightly.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
