Isla
"Oh, I don't doubt it," Isla trills in response, smiling crookedly and crouching down with him, holding the parasol aloft to offer them some shade as she sifts through the sand with her free hand. She doesn't expect to feel as reassured as she does to hear Locke will keep the Ascendeds' secret, Isla letting out a breath of relief she absolutely doesn't need. "Thank you," she murmurs.
Raising her eyebrows to hear his trade, Isla can't help but chuckle to herself. "Well, I'd never try to hinder anyone on a quest from the Voice," she says. "And you are probably right about more shells being underwater. You've got yourself a deal," she says, straightening up and standing expectantly for however Locke wanted to do this.
Raising her eyebrows to hear his trade, Isla can't help but chuckle to herself. "Well, I'd never try to hinder anyone on a quest from the Voice," she says. "And you are probably right about more shells being underwater. You've got yourself a deal," she says, straightening up and standing expectantly for however Locke wanted to do this.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
