Isla
"It isn't that much of a shame, honestly," Isla admits. "What I do remember of it is just... war. Northwind was at war with its neighbouring kingdoms, and I was a field medic for the effort. When things got too bad to become sustainable, our archmages created a portal to a new land for us to try and settle in. Northaven, they called it. All I remember from that place is a large wall..." The Wall. "It blocked off the settlement from the rest of... wherever it was Northaven had been based."
Isla shivers but she can't put her finger on why, and glances back at Aamu with almost a grateful smile as he speaks instead of Stormbreak. And honestly, it doesn't sound so bad when he mentions the positives, and Isla is reminded again that a place does now exist that is wholly bad or wholly good. It's all shades of grey; xenophobic and beautiful gardens. "All by hand..." she muses, before glancing back at Aamu. "Do you think we could ever make the Grounds like that? It's been ruins for so long, but I imagine it used to be quite beautiful."
Isla shivers but she can't put her finger on why, and glances back at Aamu with almost a grateful smile as he speaks instead of Stormbreak. And honestly, it doesn't sound so bad when he mentions the positives, and Isla is reminded again that a place does now exist that is wholly bad or wholly good. It's all shades of grey; xenophobic and beautiful gardens. "All by hand..." she muses, before glancing back at Aamu. "Do you think we could ever make the Grounds like that? It's been ruins for so long, but I imagine it used to be quite beautiful."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
