ISLA
"Well," Isla says haughtily, a playful grin on her face even as they surge higher. Her systems register the cold, the briskness of the gale as it whips her hair around her head, but of course she doesn't entirely need to worry about it. "I suppose I will just have to hold the stone and be struck by lightning then, won't I?" She raises her eyebrows, of course not meaning it, though she does giggle at his antics.
Reaching back into her pockets, she draws out a roll of metal wire, spending a moment hovering to wrap it about the sea glass. "They also taught us hand eye coordination in duchess school," she informs Remi with a sly grin, and a beat of her wings takes them higher still. "Want to play catch, and hope lightning strikes midair?"
Reaching back into her pockets, she draws out a roll of metal wire, spending a moment hovering to wrap it about the sea glass. "They also taught us hand eye coordination in duchess school," she informs Remi with a sly grin, and a beat of her wings takes them higher still. "Want to play catch, and hope lightning strikes midair?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
