ISLA
Isla fires Remi a blank look at that, her wings still flexing and ruffling in the breeze of their own accord - something she finds remarkably distracting. "I have not needed to breathe in some time, I might remind you," she says, flashing him a crooked smile at last only for her to flail a bit when he steps off the edge of the rock. "Be careful." It slips out before she can help it, Isla firing the alchemist an apologetic look. "Sorry, I just... this is very new."
Still, as evidenced by the way she immediately tried to follow him, her wings are confident about the flight even if Isla herself isn't. "Yes, I suppose you do. I feel like a clumsy baby bird next to you..." Still, there's no time like the present, and she steels her core and shoulders, flexes her wings out in full, and lets herself go.
It isn't elegant, and it isn't pretty, but with a few clumsy flaps, she does manage to stay airborne. "I'm doing it, Remi!"
Still, as evidenced by the way she immediately tried to follow him, her wings are confident about the flight even if Isla herself isn't. "Yes, I suppose you do. I feel like a clumsy baby bird next to you..." Still, there's no time like the present, and she steels her core and shoulders, flexes her wings out in full, and lets herself go.
It isn't elegant, and it isn't pretty, but with a few clumsy flaps, she does manage to stay airborne. "I'm doing it, Remi!"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
