(SEASONAL EVENT) Guardian (OPEN)

Isla couldn't readily say anything about the old gods or what they might think about her patron. All she knew was what she had been told, and considering the little contact she'd had with these old gods, and the pain they had caused her friends... she wasn't sold. The Voice had done nothing but offer help and kindness - even if that kindness hurt - oh god it hurt - and Isla had already made her bed, it seemed. "I would happily be the medium between you both, if that is what she allows." She nodded warmly, happy to assist especially when Remi was only trying to help as well. He blushed and she hid her laughter behind her hand, knowing all too well the implications of what exactly he had meant by that. "I am a very diligent researcher, and thorough too," she informed him haughtily, though she was of course enthralled with the way he managed to change the bowl. "Look, I didn't exactly know what I was doing or that there was a choice. Maybe I was just feeling liony." ISLA Hush now, I'm here