ISLA
It's a different time and a different night, of course, when two Ascended make their way to the twilight marketplace. Isla had heard about it on the grapevine from people passing through the Grounds via portals or otherwise, and call her crazy, but she's in need of a little festive cheer.
So they stroll amongst the stalls, wrapped in coats and scarves and gloves despite needing none of their protection, Isla tucking herself under Varus's arm. A small smile curls across her face at the sight of a brightly lit hot chocolate stand, and she raises her eyebrows up at him. "When was the last time you had cocoa?" she asks. "It's been years, for me. I don't even remember how it tastes."
So they stroll amongst the stalls, wrapped in coats and scarves and gloves despite needing none of their protection, Isla tucking herself under Varus's arm. A small smile curls across her face at the sight of a brightly lit hot chocolate stand, and she raises her eyebrows up at him. "When was the last time you had cocoa?" she asks. "It's been years, for me. I don't even remember how it tastes."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
