in the middle of the afterparty

ISLA

"You might be right about that," Isla murmurs of Remi's language, love or otherwise. "My point still stands though, I think. It might be why he's more of a wallflower these days." Because of course she can't help but talk about the Lullaby even when she's trying not to even think about his presence at the party. Taking a measured breath and letting it out in a long sigh, Isla takes a sip of her drink as if to say enough of that.

Her eyes widen to hear that Hotaru lives on quite literally the other side of Caido; she'd assumed Flora's mother would be a Torcher as well. "The party's a very good start," she says with a flash of fangs. "Given how far she'd have had to come to get here. I think I've only ever been up to Halo once." And it was too cold even as an Ascended, when her understanding of the temperature had been purely logical.

Watching the blades dance and glide between Flora's fingers like a work of art, Isla absently runs a finger around the rim of her glass. "Point them out and I'll gladly tell them," she says, only half joking. "Most of them are just someone's son, after all. And I don't see any of them managing to get so many of Caido's infamous in one place at the same time, either."

she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner