ISLA
Wessex is right - Isla does have an inkling about what this might all be regarding, but she's got no idea what she's in for. Arriving with her fingers laced in Varus's and with the sort of expression a doctor wears when they have bad news to give you, she offers a quick nod between Bastien and the Wraith. Without wasting time, she moves to seat herself somewhere lest what Wessex has to say bowls her over entirely, tucking a lock of fair hair behind her ear.
"We are all ears," she assures the other woman, watching her carefully not just for any sign of injury, but also for whatever she's here to tell or show them. If it had been simple information it would have been a single way broadcast. This, though. This rings of discussions.
"We are all ears," she assures the other woman, watching her carefully not just for any sign of injury, but also for whatever she's here to tell or show them. If it had been simple information it would have been a single way broadcast. This, though. This rings of discussions.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
