ISLA
She doesn't got this. Neither of them got this, but that doesn't wipe the smile off her face at all. "mAyBe iT waS tHe sHeLLs," she teases, straightening up and fully admiring the fact that his last throw has been his worst one. It doesn't make her any less of a loser in this game, but it does soothe her ego somewhat. "Gosh, maybe I will." Her hand flutters to her heart, though she does seriously consider taking a swipe at him. "What a day that will be. We'll have to come back and play again."
For now, though, she moves to pluck up her towel to fold it over her arm. "You said something about coming to see someone here in Torchline," she remembers suddenly. "Did you meet up with them in the end?" With the competitiveness in her blood fading somewhat, Isla's curiosity perks back up.
For now, though, she moves to pluck up her towel to fold it over her arm. "You said something about coming to see someone here in Torchline," she remembers suddenly. "Did you meet up with them in the end?" With the competitiveness in her blood fading somewhat, Isla's curiosity perks back up.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
