ISLA
"Yes, it was," Isla says confidently. And then Varus steps up, his shell lands right beside hers, and no it fucking wasn't, Isla. Her jaw drops in outrage, and were it not for the caveat of maybe getting a bullseye to win it, she'd have probably thrown a bunch of pebbles at him for good measure. "Careful, Cal. Your smug is showing," she informs him, raking her fingers through her wet hair before stepping up once again.
"Alright, one last time," she says, nodding and frowning out at the circle in concentration. And she throws, and it lands smack in the inner circle, earning her a grand total of 40. "Well, I guess I concede to you, Sand Dart King," she says with a good natured grumble, motioning for him to go ahead. "Try for it anyway, though."
"Alright, one last time," she says, nodding and frowning out at the circle in concentration. And she throws, and it lands smack in the inner circle, earning her a grand total of 40. "Well, I guess I concede to you, Sand Dart King," she says with a good natured grumble, motioning for him to go ahead. "Try for it anyway, though."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
