so fragile yet so devious

ISLA

Isla only really pays attention to the last one on Remi's descriptive list, and even then he does little more than wave him off with a smirk. "It will be fine," she tells him airily. This might be out of character, if anything, for the medic; grounded and unflappable, it is probably only with Remi that she might contemplate something such as this. As for what it's all for? "It's to fulfil a quest for the voice," she explains. "I asked if she might make me something to help my diagnoses with Ascended."

And that is what has led them here, to a stormy sky over Torchline, risking electrocution. "You may be clumsy, but you also have godlike reflexes," Isla tuts him, flapping back a few feet and finally pausing once they are all but swathed in stormclouds. "That's the spirit!" she calls, tying off the sea glass before tossing it up in the air experimentally. Then, with a fanged grin flashed his way, Isla throws it towards him.

she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner