ISLA
Flexing her wings and stretching them wide to hear his praise, Isla realises belatedly that she's able to speak to Sunjata like this. Did you think of a name for the place yet? she wonders, raking a few more shallow cuts across the ground and twisting her serpentine head around to look at the boulder he'd been decorating.
I think this is all we can do without help, she adds, snuffling out a breath that tastes like static before glancing back to Sunjata. Apart from arranging supplies and building materials, of course. Do you want to head back? She perhaps sounds hopeful that he might want to stay out a while longer. It has been an eternity since Isla has been able to shift or fly or be anything other than what she is.
I think this is all we can do without help, she adds, snuffling out a breath that tastes like static before glancing back to Sunjata. Apart from arranging supplies and building materials, of course. Do you want to head back? She perhaps sounds hopeful that he might want to stay out a while longer. It has been an eternity since Isla has been able to shift or fly or be anything other than what she is.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
