Isla
Isla, insatiable for knowledge and curious as they come, can only agree. She will never know the mystery that veiled Northaven, or the reason for the Wall's existence, the enemies it was keeping out (or keeping in, perhaps). "It really is," she says of war. And yet some might say it was inevitable; either way, as they stroll out towards the fields with the Grounds at their backs, she can't help but already feel tired of any fighting sure to come.
Chewing at the inside of her cheek, she strolls backwards, huffing out a breath that's absolutely not needed, but feeling the weight of her city's skeleton on her shoulders nonetheless. "We ought to do something about it, especially after Deepfrost," she murmurs. "I'm sure there must be someone who can help. Perhaps we can even ask the Voice to aid us in our efforts. I'll keep an ear to the ground for builders and carpenters and stonemasons."
Chewing at the inside of her cheek, she strolls backwards, huffing out a breath that's absolutely not needed, but feeling the weight of her city's skeleton on her shoulders nonetheless. "We ought to do something about it, especially after Deepfrost," she murmurs. "I'm sure there must be someone who can help. Perhaps we can even ask the Voice to aid us in our efforts. I'll keep an ear to the ground for builders and carpenters and stonemasons."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
