Isla
"Oh is that so?" Isla laughs at that, warmed further by the grin that spreads across his face. "Next you shall have to take a jaunt through the Feverlands. That is a very strange place, and if what you say is true, there must be a bunch of people waiting to meet you." Shifting to hold the basket in front of her, fingers grasping the handles, Isla looks more like a maiden than a doctor, and her expression becomes appropriately doe-like as Locke switches from personable to withdrawn.
"I'm sorry - I didn't mean to cause any offence. That's kind of you to help out your friend, though I don't blame you for wanting a break from crying children regardless of who they belong to." She tries a smile, one that inches back towards mischievous as the subject changes yet again, this time towards something that should be uncomfortable, but Isla can't afford to feel that way about it any longer.
She looks Locke up and down as if considering it, before rolling her shoulder in a shrug that might as well be a nod. "I have never been a jaguar before. It might be fun. You're not worried the old gods will look down on you for such a thing, though?"
"I'm sorry - I didn't mean to cause any offence. That's kind of you to help out your friend, though I don't blame you for wanting a break from crying children regardless of who they belong to." She tries a smile, one that inches back towards mischievous as the subject changes yet again, this time towards something that should be uncomfortable, but Isla can't afford to feel that way about it any longer.
She looks Locke up and down as if considering it, before rolling her shoulder in a shrug that might as well be a nod. "I have never been a jaguar before. It might be fun. You're not worried the old gods will look down on you for such a thing, though?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
