Isla
"I do not recall you ever apologising so much before," Isla says, trying for levity and unsure how well she's doing. There's no use in her glancing away as he adjusts himself either, but she does it anyway, absently tucking a lock of hair behind her ear before moving to help him pick everything up as well. "You will need to teach me how to use that shift, when we go to the Feverlands," she murmurs.
Gathering the rest of her tools and setting them back onto the tray Remi knocked over, Isla rises to her feet. "If I can get the hang of it... maybe I could borrow it again for LongNight." It's an uncertain thing, as she says it. Mainly because she's looking forward to it.
Perhaps a little too much.
~FIN
Gathering the rest of her tools and setting them back onto the tray Remi knocked over, Isla rises to her feet. "If I can get the hang of it... maybe I could borrow it again for LongNight." It's an uncertain thing, as she says it. Mainly because she's looking forward to it.
Perhaps a little too much.
~FIN
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
