ISLA
"How in Caido would I do that?" Isla scoffs to him, clutching the towel a bit closer, though she's already drying off in the balmy night air. Still, he's got a good point about the swimming, and she smiles back out at the waves with a nod. "I suppose our only worry is getting lost," she says. "Wouldn't want to be stranded out there without knowing which way will take us back to land."
Then he's asking if she wants to take another swim and she almost considers it, were it not for the fact that she'd be getting naked again. And they are not at that level of friendship(?) yet. So instead, Isla the unflappable goes ahead and flaps again. "Ever played sand darts?" she asks, before laughing at her own awkwardness. "Sorry, that sounds stupid."
Then he's asking if she wants to take another swim and she almost considers it, were it not for the fact that she'd be getting naked again. And they are not at that level of friendship(?) yet. So instead, Isla the unflappable goes ahead and flaps again. "Ever played sand darts?" she asks, before laughing at her own awkwardness. "Sorry, that sounds stupid."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
