Isla
Bad memories can do that, Isla wants to say, because it's true. But she also gets the impression that it won't do much to cheer Aamu up, so she keeps it to herself. "It has only been a season," she offers instead. "Perhaps over time it will start to come back to you. Also, if it looked a lot different to before, I imagine that it probably doesn't look like any of your memories." It might be difficult for Aamu to recall something without any visual prompts.
They are both flustered by what Isla realises is (or takes as) a compliment, and she shrugs her shoulders with a soft smile. "It's true. Without a need for sleep I often find myself here throughout the night and up until dawn the next day. In that way, then, I'm proud to be compared to the Voice." She glances up in time to see her smile echoed on Aamu's face, Isla letting out a laugh and finishing up her window sill. "That is good to know. Hopefully you can meet with her soon, and have a real conversation about things."
They are both flustered by what Isla realises is (or takes as) a compliment, and she shrugs her shoulders with a soft smile. "It's true. Without a need for sleep I often find myself here throughout the night and up until dawn the next day. In that way, then, I'm proud to be compared to the Voice." She glances up in time to see her smile echoed on Aamu's face, Isla letting out a laugh and finishing up her window sill. "That is good to know. Hopefully you can meet with her soon, and have a real conversation about things."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
