ISLA
Isla might be with Cal now, but it will always be true that she's literally been a part of Remi, and she still feels small and safe in his arms in a way that has no comparison. So, laughing against his chest and nodding, she gives him one last squeeze and a quick kiss to his cheek before she steps back to look to the skies and the task at hand. He makes some very good points, and Isla is about to suggest that she be the one to ride since she doesn't feel pain (in case of being struck by lightning) when an entirely different plan emerges.
There's no hiding the awe in her pebble blues as she watches the wings stretch out from Remi's shoulders, Isla grinning and bouncing on the balls of her feet. She already has his manticore shift simmering in her veins, so it's just the hows to work out. "I have the sea glass here," she says, patting her pocket. "I'd love to learn how to fly that way... What do I need to do?"
There's no hiding the awe in her pebble blues as she watches the wings stretch out from Remi's shoulders, Isla grinning and bouncing on the balls of her feet. She already has his manticore shift simmering in her veins, so it's just the hows to work out. "I have the sea glass here," she says, patting her pocket. "I'd love to learn how to fly that way... What do I need to do?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
