ISLA
"Oh--" Isla turns, smiling over her shoulder to the alchemist, the wind catching her hair and blowing it about her face until she reaches up to tie it out of the way with a knot of fabric. "Pathetic fallacy. It's-- well, it's when the weather reflects the mood." Silver flushes her cheeks and she feels the immediate need to apologise for some reason, that she might associate the mood of their meeting with unsteady seas and violent storms (even if she does, whoops).
But Remi cuts to the heart of the matter and Isla, while she's thankful, can't help but shuffle her feet and bob her head in a nod. "Of course," she says, "go ahead." Once upon a time she was confident that she could anticipate anything Remi might have to tell her. But right here and now? Isla has no idea.
But Remi cuts to the heart of the matter and Isla, while she's thankful, can't help but shuffle her feet and bob her head in a nod. "Of course," she says, "go ahead." Once upon a time she was confident that she could anticipate anything Remi might have to tell her. But right here and now? Isla has no idea.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
