Isla
If Isla does know about Maeve, it has been long enough that her mind has turned it into something fuzzy and strange, like a rumour; a rumour that Sunjata brings back into stark focus as he continues. The medic's eyebrows shoot up, Isla reaching across to shove gently at his arm as she grins. "Well, then," she says, "maybe if nothing else you can poach some of her regular customers, hm? Word of mouth feels like the exact sort of innuendo that should be attached to a brothel."
Though perhaps it is for the best if Maeve herself stays on Torchline's shores. "I'll write up some notices tonight and we can send them out," she says, relaxing back into her seat. "Or rather, you can send them out, given that you have the wings." It's true that she could also have said wings, but there's already enough awkwardness in the conversation already.
And so Isla, perhaps wisely, keeps her mouth shut, and they take a few moments to actually enjoy the work they've put in before finally heading back out into the snow. They're almost there, she thinks. Not quite, but almost.
~FIN
Though perhaps it is for the best if Maeve herself stays on Torchline's shores. "I'll write up some notices tonight and we can send them out," she says, relaxing back into her seat. "Or rather, you can send them out, given that you have the wings." It's true that she could also have said wings, but there's already enough awkwardness in the conversation already.
And so Isla, perhaps wisely, keeps her mouth shut, and they take a few moments to actually enjoy the work they've put in before finally heading back out into the snow. They're almost there, she thinks. Not quite, but almost.
~FIN
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
