Isla
"The image alone is enough to make me want to see what happens," Isla confesses with a small smile. In her mind they're not even fully shifted - just two winged demigods carting a bewildered ursur through the air for her to be able to hunt down. The medic in her feels a little bad for the creature, even imagined, but the Ancient in her relishes the thought.
Unable not to laugh at the idea of Ronin pulling a complete 180 between Leafchange and Deepfrost, nevertheless Isla folds her arms across her chest and raises her eyebrows at Remi. "And who says I want to be naked in bed with the two of you?" she inquires, as if he's missed a vital bit of consent in all of this. As for the hotspring, though, the Lullaby knows Isla will be in - something to look forward to in Flowerbirth, perhaps.
The roar that erupts from Remi's throat is enough to bring her back to the here and now, and even though she has nothing to fear from it, the way it vibrates through her bones is enough to know that any predator in the vicinity will be having second thoughts about them. "Well, we are already linked in so many ways - what's one more?" she reasons, settling comfortably (well, as comfortably as possible) down on the ground with Remi.
"Will you show me the Tramezzino? In the dream, I mean."
Unable not to laugh at the idea of Ronin pulling a complete 180 between Leafchange and Deepfrost, nevertheless Isla folds her arms across her chest and raises her eyebrows at Remi. "And who says I want to be naked in bed with the two of you?" she inquires, as if he's missed a vital bit of consent in all of this. As for the hotspring, though, the Lullaby knows Isla will be in - something to look forward to in Flowerbirth, perhaps.
The roar that erupts from Remi's throat is enough to bring her back to the here and now, and even though she has nothing to fear from it, the way it vibrates through her bones is enough to know that any predator in the vicinity will be having second thoughts about them. "Well, we are already linked in so many ways - what's one more?" she reasons, settling comfortably (well, as comfortably as possible) down on the ground with Remi.
"Will you show me the Tramezzino? In the dream, I mean."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
