Isla
"Oh? Well I'm sure this won't be the last time he has you chasing him across King's End, if that's the case." Isla says, a little bit of mischief slipping into her expression despite herself. She turns more fully towards the stranger, though her eyes are still all for the mare.
"Mm? Oh, there is no need to apologise - I assure you I've heard far worse." Her attention finally returns to him fully as his hand stretches out between them; taking it in her own, Isla's handshake is still firm, her hands still soft, but there's somehow still less life to it. Not that Morgen will know any different.
"Isla Lockwood," she introduces. "Where are you headed? I just came through the Feverlands - it's quite dry this time of year, if you go that route." Obviously she thinks he's just passing through.
"Mm? Oh, there is no need to apologise - I assure you I've heard far worse." Her attention finally returns to him fully as his hand stretches out between them; taking it in her own, Isla's handshake is still firm, her hands still soft, but there's somehow still less life to it. Not that Morgen will know any different.
"Isla Lockwood," she introduces. "Where are you headed? I just came through the Feverlands - it's quite dry this time of year, if you go that route." Obviously she thinks he's just passing through.
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
