Isla
Begrudglingly, Isla rolls her eyes in agreement with Amun. "Yes, alright. I'll give you that point. It is a bitter pill to swallow, though, knowing that you can't save every patient. And it doesn't stop me from trying to do so." And thus, Isla's entire personality in a nutshell.
Giving her shell one last check over, once she's satisfied with it, she slips it away into her pocket where it will stay safe and sound. "Tricks?" She chuckles. "With a ship in tow? I'm not quite sure how much we could manage." She doubts a somersault would be possible, but maybe Amun has other ideas.
"I don't know if that's the right word," she says as they begin to stroll away together back towards Torchline's portal, "But it's the one I'm using. What else would be better, I wonder? A congregation of dragons? A troupe? A flock...?" And so goes the conversation, which anyone would agree is very intellectual.
Right? Right.
~FIN
Giving her shell one last check over, once she's satisfied with it, she slips it away into her pocket where it will stay safe and sound. "Tricks?" She chuckles. "With a ship in tow? I'm not quite sure how much we could manage." She doubts a somersault would be possible, but maybe Amun has other ideas.
"I don't know if that's the right word," she says as they begin to stroll away together back towards Torchline's portal, "But it's the one I'm using. What else would be better, I wonder? A congregation of dragons? A troupe? A flock...?" And so goes the conversation, which anyone would agree is very intellectual.
Right? Right.
~FIN
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
