ISLA
"Luckily for me, I am not a real baby bird, and I know that you would never let that happen," Isla says a touch haughtily, offering Remi a sly smile for his trouble. It's not a smile that lasts, given how her entire focus is suddenly on trying to stay upright, and she can only offer a bark of laughter in response to the alchemist's criticism. "Whoa, hey, wait--!" Not expecting the tug to her hands, Isla can't help but kick out a little as they climb higher into the stormclouds.
But the manticore in her takes over at that point, remembering the flight taken over the Feverlands, the airborne battle in the longest of nights. And though she's still nothing compared to Remi, her movements become a little more sleek and certain, and she follows him skyward with a beat of her wings. "This is incredible," she almost whispers to herself, before a little more loudly, "how will we know when we reach a lightning storm?"
But the manticore in her takes over at that point, remembering the flight taken over the Feverlands, the airborne battle in the longest of nights. And though she's still nothing compared to Remi, her movements become a little more sleek and certain, and she follows him skyward with a beat of her wings. "This is incredible," she almost whispers to herself, before a little more loudly, "how will we know when we reach a lightning storm?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
