ISLA
An avid seeker of knowledge, Isla is of course bewitched by Remi's wings and his explanations both, and it's with a shaky breath that she absolutely doesn't need that she unleashes the part of the manticore shift she possesses that can soar and dive and fly. Her wings don't stretch quite so elegantly from her shoulders - they explode in a whooph of feathers, and her arms snap out for balance quite automatically before she stops herself.
"Okay... Okay. So don't think about it, basically?" she summarises, offering a smile that sort of wants to be a scream. "Remi, if I fall onto the rocks and get ripped to bits, can you collect up all my pieces please?" she asks, moving to stand and face the wind as well, trying to let her wings to the work as they catch the breeze. "However did you learn to do this alone?"
"Okay... Okay. So don't think about it, basically?" she summarises, offering a smile that sort of wants to be a scream. "Remi, if I fall onto the rocks and get ripped to bits, can you collect up all my pieces please?" she asks, moving to stand and face the wind as well, trying to let her wings to the work as they catch the breeze. "However did you learn to do this alone?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
