Isla
"Neither did I," Isla admits quietly, the wrinkle of her nose promising that there will not be a repeat performance of her first night home. Food and booze are amazing, don't get her wrong, but she'd much prefer not to decorate the room with it. Stepping into the pantry, she's a little freestyle on her feet as Sunjata lets her go, leaning into the cradle of his wing for a second, before she finds her balance.
Finding a pitcher of cream, it's an unintelligible noise of delight that leaves her lips to see him procure the peaches. "You're so tall," she sings, smiling up at him and grabbing an empty crate to start filling it with what Isla has clearly decided is a feast. "I didn't say anything about keeping anything up there," she adds. "Just throw in what you want and we'll eat it now."
So saying, she decides, perhaps wisely, to take out a few peaches, and decant some cream into a much more conservatively sized pitcher. But only because Sunjata is right a killjoy.
Finding a pitcher of cream, it's an unintelligible noise of delight that leaves her lips to see him procure the peaches. "You're so tall," she sings, smiling up at him and grabbing an empty crate to start filling it with what Isla has clearly decided is a feast. "I didn't say anything about keeping anything up there," she adds. "Just throw in what you want and we'll eat it now."
So saying, she decides, perhaps wisely, to take out a few peaches, and decant some cream into a much more conservatively sized pitcher. But only because Sunjata is right a killjoy.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
