ISLA
"I imagine the Voice probably has something to do with that in recent times," Isla admits with a small smile; she can be nothing but grateful for their goddess for that. "And before then, I suppose they never expected us to become a problem. Not that I believe we are, but it can be difficult for people to reconcile us with the likes of the Old Gods."
Her smile turns more warm and less businesslike as they move onto matters less political, and Isla shakes her head to Bastien. "No need to apologise," she assures him, before her brow furrows and she shifts to sit up a bit in her seat, tilting her head at him. "I wonder if the Voice might be able to help you to feel closer to her, even if you can't see her again," she says softly. "...But for what it's worth, I don't think you're being fair to yourself. Not all leadership styles are made equal, and I think we're doing a decent job."
Her smile turns more warm and less businesslike as they move onto matters less political, and Isla shakes her head to Bastien. "No need to apologise," she assures him, before her brow furrows and she shifts to sit up a bit in her seat, tilting her head at him. "I wonder if the Voice might be able to help you to feel closer to her, even if you can't see her again," she says softly. "...But for what it's worth, I don't think you're being fair to yourself. Not all leadership styles are made equal, and I think we're doing a decent job."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
