Isla
Wincing at the scrape of the bed against the bare floors, Isla hurries over to help Sunjata move the bed, at least trying to get the furniture out of the way so they can start to move it into rooms and other community spaces. "Oh? Mister not good enough for the mighty Flood?" She teases, straightening up and moving to grab another table as well. "You think we should move the basics into the rooms?" she asks as a side point. "Make sure they're serviceable and all that?"
Back to his name, though; Isla hefts up a box of candelabra and wall sconces for lanterns and nibbles at her lower lip. "Back in Northaven, bluebloods had all sorts of titles. I suppose you could be Lord of Midnight, but then I'd insist on being Lady, because a lord and a madame just don't make sense."
Back to his name, though; Isla hefts up a box of candelabra and wall sconces for lanterns and nibbles at her lower lip. "Back in Northaven, bluebloods had all sorts of titles. I suppose you could be Lord of Midnight, but then I'd insist on being Lady, because a lord and a madame just don't make sense."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
