ISLA
Isla feels her shoulders relax as the Voice appears, the Remedy offering a small smile over her shoulder at Wessex, grateful for her presence. Bathed in the twilight of the electricity that bathes their goddess, she listens and nods her agreement with the given assessment. "We have already established that the Grounds is a safe place for our family - it makes sense to turn it into a place people are proud to be a part of."
Granted, a weaponised Spire isn't exactly an aesthetic change. But it's a start. Furrowing her brow at the choice the Voice gives them, Isla glances once more to the Wraith, as if trying to gauge her opinion before offering her own. "There are merits to both. If it was only to be used in a time of great need, having it singularly focused would be a boon," she admits.
Granted, a weaponised Spire isn't exactly an aesthetic change. But it's a start. Furrowing her brow at the choice the Voice gives them, Isla glances once more to the Wraith, as if trying to gauge her opinion before offering her own. "There are merits to both. If it was only to be used in a time of great need, having it singularly focused would be a boon," she admits.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
