Isla
Isla has been shamelessly absorbed with looking at the delicacies on offer, and she blinks herself back to the present at the sound of a very familiar voice. Already smiling as she looks across at Sunjata, the Remedy gives him an encouraging nod. "You are so kind," she purrs to him. "I'd love to know if those lemon bonbons taste as good as they look. And the toffees. Oh! And some of those strawberry tarts."
She offers Jata a pleading look, as if to say that it's all in the name of science, after all. "I'll even trade of them, and you can keep the ones you don't eat for later?" she suggests, nodding to the stall owner as if to tell him to go ahead and start packaging everything up. No is not an answer, evidently.
She offers Jata a pleading look, as if to say that it's all in the name of science, after all. "I'll even trade of them, and you can keep the ones you don't eat for later?" she suggests, nodding to the stall owner as if to tell him to go ahead and start packaging everything up. No is not an answer, evidently.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
