Isla
"Your mother sounded like a formidable woman," Isla says with a small smile, glancing to the colt and the mare and letting her hands rest in her coat pockets. "And you are too kind, but there's no need to treat me like a lady on my account. I find the best conversations are usually unladylike." Not that she's had many lately.
"The herd?" she queries, tilting her head and glancing over him again with fresh eyes, as if suddenly noticing all the signs that she'd missed before. "A herd of unicorns, you mean?" Raising her eyebrows, the prospect seems so fresh and different (and yet ordinary) that she can't help but find it somewhat quaint.
As for the stew, she declines with a polite shake of her head. "I have already eaten, but thank you for the offer. I would be glad of the company though, if I could come and see your camp? I didn't know anyone lived out here."
"The herd?" she queries, tilting her head and glancing over him again with fresh eyes, as if suddenly noticing all the signs that she'd missed before. "A herd of unicorns, you mean?" Raising her eyebrows, the prospect seems so fresh and different (and yet ordinary) that she can't help but find it somewhat quaint.
As for the stew, she declines with a polite shake of her head. "I have already eaten, but thank you for the offer. I would be glad of the company though, if I could come and see your camp? I didn't know anyone lived out here."
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
