Isla
Isla has just been in the middle of bandaging a burn to a young lady's hand - an accident with a tea kettle, nothing more - when a voice pipes up and has her looking around. "Oh - good evening," she says with a smile, straightening up after tying off the bandage for her patient. "That's alright, I just finished up here. I'm Isla, part of the Wren Society. I stopped by from the Hollowed Grounds to see Nate but it doesn't seem as though he is around," she explains.
Offering a small wave to the woman as she leaves, Isla turns back to give her full attention to the newcomer. "Your girls?" she echoes, before it clicks. "Ah - the visitors from the Halenani? That's really kind of you. I think they are all feeling a little homesick, but then I suppose I would be as well."
Offering a small wave to the woman as she leaves, Isla turns back to give her full attention to the newcomer. "Your girls?" she echoes, before it clicks. "Ah - the visitors from the Halenani? That's really kind of you. I think they are all feeling a little homesick, but then I suppose I would be as well."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
