Isla
Isla is caught in thrall as Aamu speaks about their goddess, about how she was before she became The Voice. Her chores are forgotten, and she pauses to turn and look at him with curiosity burning in her blue eyes. "That's incredible," she murmurs. "Was it here, at the Hollowed Grounds?" she wonders, not necessarily expecting an answer - it's more of a question to herself in fact.
Blinking herself back to attention when he compares her to the Voice, her eyebrows raise, Isla coming back to herself enough to keep cleaning the window sill. "How do you mean?" she asks, tilting her head. As for how the goddess is now? "I confess, I've only actually met her once, properly. When I Ascended. She was... wonderful. Analytical but compassionate. Logical, but not cold. It was a privilege to spend that time with her."
Blinking herself back to attention when he compares her to the Voice, her eyebrows raise, Isla coming back to herself enough to keep cleaning the window sill. "How do you mean?" she asks, tilting her head. As for how the goddess is now? "I confess, I've only actually met her once, properly. When I Ascended. She was... wonderful. Analytical but compassionate. Logical, but not cold. It was a privilege to spend that time with her."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
