ISLA
Isla sees the shadow overhead, but does nothing, and she's similarly unfazed as it shrinks and becomes something fluttering and leathery; only as a hand, a real, human hand, snatches out to tug her down does she respond. And then it's with suspicion and claws raised to strike, only to find herself bumbled unceremoniously to sit with Sunjata. The unexpected familiarity of the gesture is enough to have the blades receding back into her fingers, her lips parting with a soft, "Oh."
If she had breath in her lungs it would have stuttered, and if she had a heartbeat it would have skipped like a wild thing in her chest. As it is, she can merely gape at him for a moment, as if trying to gauge whether or not he's real. And then - and thank goodness for the rain to disguise it - it's with tears in her eyes that she reaches out to touch his shoulder, his cheek. "It has been a very long time," she whispers to him.
If she had breath in her lungs it would have stuttered, and if she had a heartbeat it would have skipped like a wild thing in her chest. As it is, she can merely gape at him for a moment, as if trying to gauge whether or not he's real. And then - and thank goodness for the rain to disguise it - it's with tears in her eyes that she reaches out to touch his shoulder, his cheek. "It has been a very long time," she whispers to him.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
