Isla
It's a very rare thing, these days, for something so playful to come a-creeping. And rarer still for the Ascended to be invited. Or not invited, necessarily, but not banished either. So as Amun's ship delivers them to the Kuali'i Isles, Isla is quick to take the plunge off the railing. Indeed, she lets herself sink deeper and deeper, having no need to breathe, until she's on the sea bed nestled in with some seaweed.
Her fair hair drifts about her head like a halo - Isla is hopeful that maybe it will help her disguise, almost. Just another bit of blonde seaweed here. Move along, everyone.
Isla lets herself sink to the sea bed and hides herself among some seaweed!
Her fair hair drifts about her head like a halo - Isla is hopeful that maybe it will help her disguise, almost. Just another bit of blonde seaweed here. Move along, everyone.
Isla lets herself sink to the sea bed and hides herself among some seaweed!
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
