ISLA
"I have never had to worry about other people trying to arrange it though," she mumbles, rubbing at her forehead. "Or how to run a city full of Ascended. Or a war on the way, or..." Grumbling out a sound that's as close to a growl as someone like Isla will ever be able to manage, she presses the heels of her hands against her eyes. "Thank you," she mumbles about the letter, not so foolish as to make a point of something and not take the solution when it's presented.
His next remark has her hands dropping away, Isla fixing him with a look that's as tired as Ascended get, though she doesn't disagree with him. "Ouch," she says instead, as if to assure him that whatever barb he's thrown has hit home. She doesn't want him to go, but equally she can't help but feel relieved that he will stay away from the Hollowed Grounds. "Please," she murmurs, not knowing quite what she's asking for. "I don't want to say goodbye to you like this."
His next remark has her hands dropping away, Isla fixing him with a look that's as tired as Ascended get, though she doesn't disagree with him. "Ouch," she says instead, as if to assure him that whatever barb he's thrown has hit home. She doesn't want him to go, but equally she can't help but feel relieved that he will stay away from the Hollowed Grounds. "Please," she murmurs, not knowing quite what she's asking for. "I don't want to say goodbye to you like this."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
