Isla
"You can?" That earns a raise of the eyebrows from Isla, and she smiles across at him. "I haven't got a musical bone in my body, but I was taught to dance. There is a music shop in the Sanctuary - we'll have to go some time, see if we can pick you up a fiddle," she suggests. "I get to come, of course, because I think you owe me a performance after making me guess that word."
But she supposes she gets her own back in a way, because he's only one Cal away (haha get it) from losing the game when he guesses her word in turn. "That's right," she says sunnily. "I used to be a duchess, back in Northaven where I am from. Granted, I was never a very good one - being a field medic in a war takes it out of you a bit."
Then they're playing again, though, and gods but Isla can't get the word as hard as she tries. Until she does get it, triumphantly looking up at Cal. "Virus," she announces.
But she supposes she gets her own back in a way, because he's only one Cal away (haha get it) from losing the game when he guesses her word in turn. "That's right," she says sunnily. "I used to be a duchess, back in Northaven where I am from. Granted, I was never a very good one - being a field medic in a war takes it out of you a bit."
Then they're playing again, though, and gods but Isla can't get the word as hard as she tries. Until she does get it, triumphantly looking up at Cal. "Virus," she announces.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
