Isla
"Blackberries - that's a good one," Isla agrees with a raise of her eyebrows, reaching out to shove some crackers and a hunk of cheese into the crate as well, feeling reasonably content with their spoils and finishing off her peach. Discarding the pit, she hops down off the counter and reaches out to carefully swipe the juice from his chin (as carefully as a tipsy medic can, anyway).
"I don't think I've ever made any kind of cobbler, even before I was Ascended. That's must be a really sweet memory," she murmurs, smiling softly and stepping back to grab up the crate. "Shall we go up?" Because you know, feasting in the pantry is fun and all, but it does lead to questionable decisions for a new Ancient with poor impulse control.
"I don't think I've ever made any kind of cobbler, even before I was Ascended. That's must be a really sweet memory," she murmurs, smiling softly and stepping back to grab up the crate. "Shall we go up?" Because you know, feasting in the pantry is fun and all, but it does lead to questionable decisions for a new Ancient with poor impulse control.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
