Isla
"Well I do try," Isla says with a playful scrunch of her nose, and though she wants to relax back into the sofa cushions, Remi makes it all but impossible with the way he dangles this new shift of his. Her brow furrows, curiosity burning in her eyes by now. "It makes the manticore look like a kitten? I don't believe it," she informs him at first, glancing down at the hand he holds out. But she ought to believe it, because as Remi partially shifts, as he gives the creature in his skin a name, a soft gasp leaves Isla's lips.
"A kraken," she repeats, breathless (as much as any Ascended can be) with the possibilities of something from a fairy story. Not a particularly nice story, but still. "Don't we need an ocean or something, to deal with something like that?" It's not a disagreement so much as it is a clarification, and Isla is already scooting closer to hold out her hand, a silent request to inspect his palm more closely.
"Have you tried it yet?"
"A kraken," she repeats, breathless (as much as any Ascended can be) with the possibilities of something from a fairy story. Not a particularly nice story, but still. "Don't we need an ocean or something, to deal with something like that?" It's not a disagreement so much as it is a clarification, and Isla is already scooting closer to hold out her hand, a silent request to inspect his palm more closely.
"Have you tried it yet?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
