Isla
Tilting her head, Isla clearly doesn't catch his drift at first - she had been thinking of the sort of anatomy that comes from dissection and the things her upgrades allowed, but modelling has it dawning on her, and she flashes Bastien a grin to watch him preen. Honestly, it isn't a bad idea, and as long as he's alright with her looking at his bones, she's perfectly content with his modelling. "Then it is a plan. I will stop by one evening when the clinic is quiet and I am feeling creative," she decides with a gentle nod.
It's an unexpected twist to her original reasons behind coming to the Artist Sanctuary, but that they have both gained something from it is not lost on Isla, her smile warm and content as he agrees to join their cause. "I'll send a note here, or drop by when I know more details. Currently all I can say is that the Atheneum is being suggested for our meeting place, and we are hoping to get together before season's end." she nods.
The talk of divides, of conflict, has her expression sobering somewhat, Isla frowning at the rugs. "Yes, it seems that discord seems to follow humanity around, doesn't it? Perhaps that is why the Voice sought to change things, to Ascend us."
It's an unexpected twist to her original reasons behind coming to the Artist Sanctuary, but that they have both gained something from it is not lost on Isla, her smile warm and content as he agrees to join their cause. "I'll send a note here, or drop by when I know more details. Currently all I can say is that the Atheneum is being suggested for our meeting place, and we are hoping to get together before season's end." she nods.
The talk of divides, of conflict, has her expression sobering somewhat, Isla frowning at the rugs. "Yes, it seems that discord seems to follow humanity around, doesn't it? Perhaps that is why the Voice sought to change things, to Ascend us."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
