ISLA
Isla is on her toes to try and select her cocoa mug and toppings when she notices Wessex's wave, the Remedy turning to smile at her sister, waving in return as the Wraith makes her way over. "Mm, they don't make it easy to suffer through a Festival at the best of times, do they?" Grinning, she nonetheless adds a large pile of marshmallows to her mug so that they might melt into the cocoa.
"Spiked? Now you're talking. What do you say?" Winking at Varus, she gives him a gentle nudge that might or might not cause his drink to spill, selecting a chocolate liqueur and some whisky to add to her cocoa as well. Why not? It's not as though they can get drunk. "At least we're still welcome here at King's End."
"Spiked? Now you're talking. What do you say?" Winking at Varus, she gives him a gentle nudge that might or might not cause his drink to spill, selecting a chocolate liqueur and some whisky to add to her cocoa as well. Why not? It's not as though they can get drunk. "At least we're still welcome here at King's End."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
