the bright lights led me

I can't relate to  d e s p e r a t i o n

"Issssla?" Really singing out the vowel sounds of the Remedy's name as she poked her head into the clinic, Charlie edged the door open with her hip as her hands were busy with the two iced coffees she was holding. Slipping inside, the priestess used her tail to nudge her sunglasses off of her nose, shoving them back into her blonde curls made all the more bouncy thanks to Torchline's humidity.

While waiting for the next ship to head up to Stormbreak, it had occurred to Charlie that she hadn't yet met Isla, Torchline's resident ancient. Thinking that there was no better time, despite Isla being one of the only doctors in the entire region, the little blonde had fetched them each an iced coffee (both loaded with lots of caramel syrup and whipped topping) before heading over to the clinic.

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ISLA

"Just a second!" Isla is in the consultation room with a patient, as is evident by the way her voice echoes out from the back of the clinic. Only a few moments later, a man emerges with his arm in a sling and some healing water in a small jar to take home with him, and he gives a gruff nod to the little Ancient before heading out of the door behind her.

In truth the Remedy likes to close the clinic some afternoons unless there are emergencies (and there are thorough directions to the healing fountain on her door regardless, should its services be needed), but - assuming Charlie is a patient, of course - she is happy to keep the place open for as long as it takes. "Hello," she says brightly as she steps back out to reception, drying her hands on a soft, white towel.

"What can I do for you?"

she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner

I can't relate to  d e s p e r a t i o n

Smiling brightly at the man as he leaves, Charlie calls get better soon! before turning her attention back to Isla. "Nothing!" The priestess chirps warmly before thrusting one of the coffees towards the Remedy. "I just wanted to come and say hi since we hadn't met before." The blonde explains, and gods if Isla thought it was sunny outside, it's nothing at all compared to the warmth radiating from the little blonde.

"I did see you at the Ball, though. You looked gorgeous in your dress." Charlie adds, smoothing out the spray of her bangs now that one of her hands was free. "I'm Charlie." Flashing the taller woman a fanged smile, the priestess shrugs her shoulders. "Other than that, I thought you could use a coffee." So saying, she fits her cherry red lips around her straw and takes a healthy slurp.

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