Isla
"Oh, because you're so feeble that a bundle of peaches is enough to topple you?" Isla shoots back, quite enjoying their verbal sparring until there's a bed to faceplant into. Stretching, catlike, as Sunjata sorts their pilfered snacks into some sort of an order, she peeps up at him from the pillows, all hazy pebble blues and the elegant curve of amber gemstone.
"You do?" He can't quite see it yet, but now there's a fanged and feline smile to accompany her stretch, Isla finally rolling over enough to get an elbow beneath her to gaze up at him. "This place will end up as a haven for travellers," she remarks. "Well, this and the refuge, of course. But given the number of ships coming from Torchline, I'd not be surprised if the majority of the people coming through here want to take advantage of our establishment."
Grinning, Isla tilts her head up at Sunjata. "What's the quest?"
"You do?" He can't quite see it yet, but now there's a fanged and feline smile to accompany her stretch, Isla finally rolling over enough to get an elbow beneath her to gaze up at him. "This place will end up as a haven for travellers," she remarks. "Well, this and the refuge, of course. But given the number of ships coming from Torchline, I'd not be surprised if the majority of the people coming through here want to take advantage of our establishment."
Grinning, Isla tilts her head up at Sunjata. "What's the quest?"
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
