Isla
"Better to run into us in strange places than in ones where there's a crisis. It means you're less likely to be hurt at the time," Isla points out with a laugh, adjusting her basket into her other arm and reaching out to gently accept the flower he picks for her. "Thank you," she murmurs. "And honestly? These are just pretty. I come from the Hollowed Grounds, and most there these days are Ascended. I thought it might be nice for them to be able to see flowers at night."
Depositing the flower with the others in her basket, as well as the herbs she's gathered, she reaches out this time to offer him her hand to shake. "I'm Isla," she introduces herself. "And as a doctor I do my best not to cause problems if I can help it. Are you Attuned, then? Or just out here to enjoy the silence?"
Depositing the flower with the others in her basket, as well as the herbs she's gathered, she reaches out this time to offer him her hand to shake. "I'm Isla," she introduces herself. "And as a doctor I do my best not to cause problems if I can help it. Are you Attuned, then? Or just out here to enjoy the silence?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
