ISLA
"Sure, that sounds fine," Isla says with a soft smile, stepping back as well as she senses Sunjata prepare to change into his (arguably) most impressive shift. And she's always left speechless by the appearance of the dragon, dwarfed by the size of it, standing in the shadow of mighty, leathery wings and a maw full of razor sharp teeth. Is she smiling to see it? Maybe.
Anyway.
Checking her plans from her pack and unfolding a measuring stick to get the exact plot, she points out the corners for Sunjata to gauge into with his claws, until they've got a rough square to work with. "Do you think you could join it all up, just in case it rains again? I wouldn't want to lose the marks," she calls to him. "Or if you could rake up the earth around it, it should be ready for us to build on when we come out here next."
Anyway.
Checking her plans from her pack and unfolding a measuring stick to get the exact plot, she points out the corners for Sunjata to gauge into with his claws, until they've got a rough square to work with. "Do you think you could join it all up, just in case it rains again? I wouldn't want to lose the marks," she calls to him. "Or if you could rake up the earth around it, it should be ready for us to build on when we come out here next."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
