ISLA
Once upon a time, not long ago, Isla had told Sunjata about a certain list. If she remembers correctly, on a beach at midday had actually been on that list. And yet, as they find themselves amid the bustle of a Torchline coast at Longheat, those sorts of thoughts are rather far from her mind.
She'd been thoroughly enjoying soaking up the sunshine and strolling through the shallows, in fact, when she catches sight of an open beach party, not to mention the glint of horns and lash of tails that tell of other Ancients. "Mind if we stop by for a little bit?" she'd asked the Flood, before promptly approaching to find a seat on a large bit of driftwood someone had dragged up.
With a drink in hand and her eyes on the fire, she's content to watch and listen, and though the smile on her face is hidden by her drink, she's undoubtedly enjoying herself.
She'd been thoroughly enjoying soaking up the sunshine and strolling through the shallows, in fact, when she catches sight of an open beach party, not to mention the glint of horns and lash of tails that tell of other Ancients. "Mind if we stop by for a little bit?" she'd asked the Flood, before promptly approaching to find a seat on a large bit of driftwood someone had dragged up.
With a drink in hand and her eyes on the fire, she's content to watch and listen, and though the smile on her face is hidden by her drink, she's undoubtedly enjoying herself.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
